Thursday, February 22, 2007

Joggling as a metaphor for life

Yesterday's joggling mileage: 5 miles

I was insanely busy yesterday, but managed to squeeze in a five-mile joggle at lunchtime. It was a beautiful sunny day, which was a welcome contrast to my recent runs in the icy, early-morning darkness.

My training schedule is all over the map these days. Back in the days before I had two kids and before I had a second job as a personal trainer, I trained every day at the same time: 6 miles running to work at 5:30 a.m. and 10 miles running home from work at 2 p.m. But as any runner or joggler knows, life has an insidious propensity toward interfering with the best-laid training plans.

Now my schedule is, quite literally, a juggling act. Or, more accurately, a joggling act. I have a weekly mileage goal and I try to stuff the running in wherever it can fit – sometimes before the crack of dawn, occasionally at lunchtime, often in the evening by running home from work or by sneaking out late at night after the kids go to bed.

Soi joggling really is a metaphor for my life. To get through every day, I need to juggle several things at once and try not to drop the ball. It often feels like it's spiralling out of control, but it's fun and I love it. Joggling life is good.