The alarm woke me this morning at 05:20, or rather the snooze function after I had ignored the initial 05:15 summons. I stumbled out of bed and into my running gear, determined to keep to my promise to run before work, where possible. As I said yesterday, not that most pleasant prospect but an essential part of the day in respect of both my physical and mental health. I might not want to run but I most definitely need to run.
Imagine my disappointment then when I pulled back the curtains to discover it was raining. Not just a refreshing drizzle but bucketing down and with no sign of letting up. I would have been soaked to the bone before reaching the end of the driveway, let alone completed my five mile loop. There was no way I was running this morning. I trudged back upstairs with an hour to kill before it was time to rise and get ready for work. Thankfully I had a Plan B.
I got back into bed, opened the notebook section on my I-Phone and started writing. I’m currently 35,000 words into my latest novel and before the hour was up I’d added another 1000 to the running total. The words flowed easily and I was grateful for the unexpected opportunity to flex my creative muscles before the day began in earnest. By the time I got up, I’d already passed my writing target for the day. Not bad.
Life doesn’t always run smoothly or according to plan. There are always unexpected bumps in the road and who knows what lies around the next corner. I’m no scout but I’m learning the benefits of being prepared for all eventualities. Whenever I slip or slide, whenever I take a wrong turn, I need to regroup and revert to another course of action. Sometimes it is two steps back in order to move forward but needs must. Life is unpredictable. Today I wrote. Words, not miles. But stability and progress all the same.