I am 100% Type-A. I like order and structure. I make lists for lists. I plan and execute, sooner rather than later. I tackle challenges. I push myself. And usually, things work out the way they are supposed to.
Recently, however, the plan J and I had for our family, went awry. We thought we had it mostly figured out, then came the curve ball. The one thing that we hadn't accounted for.
And it sucked. At first, we were angry (well, mostly J. I'm kind of chill). Then, we were annoyed. But eventually, we realized that the world wasn't ending. That the unplanned, might just be for the best (it's all about perspective, right?). We have each other. We're a team. And that's what's important.
I was once again shown the value of the unplanned on yesterday's run. G and I met for a quick four miles. We picked a location and started running an out and back course. But, then, we decided to veer off course because we thought we knew where we were going. We were wrong. We made turn after turn with fingers crossed that we'd get back without logging twice the planned mileage.
For 40 minutes (and for only a quarter mile longer than planned), we navigated the streets of the West End while laughing about everything and nothing at all.
It was a run that reminded me about how lucky am to have found my "solemate" and how fortunate I am to have a husband that is so supportive of my training. It made me smile a little about how the unplanned moments have gotten us to this exact place. It's right where we're supposed to be.