Confession time: I love routine. I love laying out my clothes the night before a run. I love preparing the coffee maker for the morning while I contemplate all the great things I want to accomplish tomorrow. I love getting up for an early morning run and marking the start of my day with an hour just for me. I love sitting down to read my favorite blogs and comics while I eat breakfast, taking one last moment to myself before the work day begins. (Yes, even my breakfast is routine — 2 Kashi blueberry waffles, 1 Tbs fresh ground peanut butter, 1 tsp syrup, and big cup of coffee with a dash of soymilk.)
Like most things in life, I didn’t realize how much I valued my routines until I kicked them to the curb over the Christmas holidays. Don’t get me wrong — I was thrilled to sleep late, wear jeans to work, run in the afternoon once it warmed up a bit (or even skip a few runs, as the case may have been), and do whatever sounded like fun in the evenings. It was a much-needed break from the hectic work and exercise schedule that I maintain the rest of the year. But, I was struck with an amazing sense of calm when the week began and things returned to “normal.” Of course, there are a few things that became normal in 2009 that I’m hoping not to repeat in 2010. To the rest of the world, these are resolutions, but I like to think of them as pacts with myself. You know, like the hopeful promises you made to your BFF in elementary school. But, I digress; these are stories for another day…
Sometimes I wish I was one of those completely free-spirited people who wakes up every day without a plan, simply doing whatever comes to mind and reveling in NOT have a routine. Alas, I am not. Perhaps, this is yet another reason I love running… The run time (5:15) and location (RunOn!) may be the same, but the route changes every day and can even change on a moment’s notice if you so choose. In the end, though, routine prevails as we make our back to the store and re-group to stretch and commiserate about the week.
So, Routine, while everyone around me seems to begrudge your return, I salute you, and welcome you back with open arms.