During the weeks I care for Jamie it can be hard to find the time to train. Runs basically have to be early in the morning or in the evening: there is little room elsewhere in the day for training, and precious little time for anything else to be squeezed into the day if I do find time to train. Getting out and getting a run in means either waking very early or going to be late, and neither are respectively aligned with being most productive at work or most available to the family.

Tonight I didn’t get a chance to run.

I wanted to, but neither Jamie or Cecile wanted me to go and so in the end I didn’t. I could have run in the morning before either were awake but I hadn’t foreseen the problems both saw in me running in the evening and so I chose to get some other work done in the morning instead. So it goes, I guess.

I can control how long I spend training each week and, indeed, I have cut that down in recent weeks. First it was a forced change as the injury hit, and now it is by choice that I’m taking at least three days off each week.

I can control the rest of my day and the organization I bring to that day. I have a pretty good idea of what I can get done in a certain block of time and I know what deadlines I have to hit and which or those are priorities.

I wish I had more time but, in the end, that’s the one thing I cannot control: time. I can’t make more it, I can only try and allocate it as best as I can.

So while I didn’t get out and train tonight as I had hoped and planned, I chalked it up as a bad decision on my part and re-committed to training tomorrow. As I went to bed I thought that a morning run would be best, but then realized that I also had an hour at the end of the day where I could fit it in, too. Heck, if I skipped out on lunch, I could even run at midday and work a little later before picking up Jamie.

I can’t make more time but I can adjust things to ensure I make the best of the time I have. I love running, I so enjoy the sport I do, and if the trade off is being a little more tired at the end of the day, then it’s one I am willing to make. You can’t fight time, but I might just be able to bend it to my will a little.

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