I have spent the last nine months training for my half-marathon.  No, it shouldn’t take a “normal” person nine months to train for a half-marathon; when you sometimes spend a couple of weeks in a row needing to be tethered to a bathroom, nine months doesn’t even feel like enough.

The good news?  My half-marathon is three weeks from tomorrow.  I know I can finish.  I may have to walk a bit of it, but I can finish.

The bad news?  I didn’t plan so well and now I have conflicting events near the time that I need to run.

Lately I have had quite a problem remembering dates, or, more relevantly, remembering to check dates to avoid conflict.  I’ve been stressing a bit that this could be a precursor to Alzheimers (my father died from complications resulting from Alzheimers).  It only recently occurred to me that this is a direct result of being not busy.

From the time I turned sixteen or so, I have always kept a calendar or a day planner.  I’ve always had a full schedule… full enough that I wouldn’t dream of inking in an appointment or outing without checking the dates first.

When I got divorced, however, and especially when the courts awarded my ex primary custody of our children, I suddenly had too little to do to bother with much of a calendar.  The only things that really mattered where the weekends when my kids would be with me and what we were doing for those weekends.  Any other events were few and far enough between that I just automatically said yes.  It worked for several years.

I guess lately I’ve been getting busier, because lately there have been scheduling (or forgetting to schedule) conflicts.  I don’t think to check my calendar first because I never have anything on my calendar.  Except… I do.

So it’s time to get back to the habit of writing everything down, yes, but also the habit of checking everything before I decide I can do it.

I guess it’s time to get busy.


Side note:  I did work out a way to make my scheduling conflict work out once I finished having a hissy fit over the conflict in the first place.  It’ll be a little more work than I’d originally planned, but at least I don’t have to throw nine months of training in the trash.