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I try to use my time on the treadmill to work on my focus and breathing. I have never been one to listen to music when I run and the greatest roadblock as been avoiding the loud banging of others on the treadmills nearby or diverting my attention from the inane infotainment shows (like Good Morning America) that are being watched by others while I am there. This past week's break from school has been extremely helpful as I will need to make my visits to the gym (4:30 a.m. rather then 6:30 a.m.) if I am to stay on track. Once I can hit the pavement, things should become even easier as I will not have to account for time to travel to and from the gym before going to work.
Today, I am very cautiously optimistic, though the threat of injury does hide in the back of my mind. I am considering signing up for a race for the first time in a long time, just to see if I can handle the consistent effort necessary to finish. The challenge inherent in "racing" remains the same—acknowledging the more reasonable personal performance goals that come with being a 45 year-old recreational runner. My acknowledgement of this fact is half the battle and... there you go, I just did it.