A run along the waterfront with the newest member of the No Pros run club today, a gentle 7 miles but my body was punishing me more than usual. My running mate today was faring better than I was, so we’ll need to make sure they’re not too pro—after all, I’m proudly pathetic.
I skipped a couple of posts, and I’ll be honest by saying that this isn’t the first time, but that I usually go back and fill them in. It always feels a bit icky when I do, because it doesn’t feel like it honors the daily practice. If I didn’t write I didn’t write, and I can own that. I stopped filling in my missed morning pages though, and I think it did cause me to miss more, so I don’t know. For now, I’m going to stop filling missed posts in.
I’ve probably written about this before, but I find it really difficult to do something if I don’t do that thing every day. The gap between “daily” and “never” is where many things go to die for me, and of course that just means that “never” wins. I should probably try to improve that about myself, but I’m also a fan of working with your brain vs. against it, unless doing so causes you or others harm. That said, I’ll still aim to write every day, I just won’t beat myself up when I miss a day or two.