Holes

I have a few minutes before sending the kids out the door and getting the other one to preschool this morning. My week 6 wrapped up nicely. I managed to fit in all workouts with some time to spare, which allowed me to have two days off this weekend. I wanted to be able to hit these next two weeks with as much energy as possible. After the weekend, I am rethinking the wisdom of my plan for so much rest.

It seems that when I'm not physically tired and challenged by the training, I just don't need that much rest. Do you know what that means for a weekend? It means my mind goes a million miles per hour trying to figure out how to fill my time instead of just being. I think about painting...I want to paint, or spending money...not just on something small, but BIG. I cannot turn it off either. Then I ruminate over how fortunate I am and why am I being so discontent, which just fuels the fire.

This is nothing new, believe me. Many a weekend have been riddled with these thoughts, pressures and feelings. I really have no idea what to do about it. I just know, for a fact, that I have a ton of holes that I want to fill with things, exercise, goals, experiences... Will these fill those empty places? No! I guess the answer is prayer, patience, and extending grace to myself. I don't know what else to do.

I get to run this morning for about 5 miles with some hill repeats worked in. It's a cold, crisp, sunny day with snow on the ground, so it will add a nice change of scenery.