A Year of No Goals

(Okay, okay.  I’m a liar.  I have tons of goals!  School and career and personal goals… but!)

For the first year in a very, very long time – I am not training for any athletic events.

Not a single one.

A year of no goals.

It’s terrifying, isn’t it?  What will become of me?  What will happen to all of the training I’ve got in place?  What will I do without consistent, regimented structure?  What will I do without spreadsheets and lists and intervals?

I’m not really sure.

Maybe I will go hiking with my brothers more.  Or with my nephews.  Or my dog.

Maybe I will be more available to open water swim.  Maybe I will find myself at Masters more.  I want to swim with a group of people I haven’t seen in a long time.  I want to be ready to kayak for anybody who needs it.  My swimmers.  Or my friends.  Or my dog.

Maybe I will find adventure in places that I’ve never been.  I would like to drive to strange mountains and lakes and rivers, pull the car off at little turns and discover swimming holes and paths and wild islands and run across them…

I want to drive to the ocean and swim.  Because sometimes I miss the ocean so much that tears well up in my eyes…

I want to try rock climbing.  Play basketball.  Learn to dance.  Throw a frisbee with a friend.  Or my dog.

I want to pitch a tent somewhere under the Vermont stars and listen to the moonbeams sighing in the night…

I want to run.  Wildly.  Freely.  Without program.  Because I kind of like running.

I want to learn to move correctly.  I want to have better posture all day long.  I want to lift and pull and turn and jump and walk and stand and crawl and clamber as much as my job requires it and all without hurting.

I want to be stronger.  I want to be healthier.

I want to be more and better than I’ve ever been before.

Sometimes even athletic goals get in the way of being healthy.

I want to be ready for all of the years.  I want to be ready for all of the goals.  I want to be ready for all of the things that will happen beyond anything I could ask or think or dream or imagine.

Basics.  Strength.  Nutrition.  Friends.  Family.  Adventure.  Rest.

AND the dog.

I can’t wait to see what this year has in store!

 

2 thoughts on “A Year of No Goals

  1. Maybe the below isn’t just for mushers. 🙂

    May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
    May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
    May your rivers flow without end, meandering through
    pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers
    into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl,
    through miasmal and mysterious swamps and
    down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas,
    domes and pinnacles and
    grottos of endless stone, and
    down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm
    where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs,
    where deer walk across the white sand beaches,
    where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
    where something strange and more beautiful and
    more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you –
    beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
    ~Edward Abbey

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