It is that time of year. It is that end of year push that is filled with extreme highs and lows:
- Everyone is in the holiday spirit. It is truly the season of giving. But at the same time, I can’t go to the mall food court without having to hurdle moms with 6 kids in tow pushing a triple wide stroller. You should see the looks that I get when I push little Suzy to the side to cut in line at Sbarro.
- While I love to read all of my runner friend’s year end blog summaries, I can’t help but be in a bit of denial. Since my injury cut off the PRIME running season, I am trying to jam as much into the end of the year as I can. 5K race on the 19th? Check. Long runs with no stepback week? Check.
- While the first snow is very magical (I love how everything is so silent) the weather is exceptionally gloomy this week. Not just in Atlanta – EVERYWHERE. I cannot, no matter how hard I try, make a snow angel in a muddy puddle of rain.
- The end of my current project/assignment is near. So I am working to look as busy as possible – so people will remember me as a contributor instead of a drain on society. At the same time, I’m looking for a NEW project to keep myself gainfully employed.
Being a traveling consultant is interesting. While I always give 110% (go team!), towards the end of my contract I can’t help but let my focus drift to the weeks ahead. Reaching out to people for the next project increasingly becomes more and more important. Fortunately, because I work for a big company, I still get paid when I don’t have an actual project that I am working on. However, that doesn’t mean that there are not expectations that I’ll “attempt” to stay busy.
One more week in Atlanta, then I’m home for the foreseeable future. Then….who knows. It will likely mean that I am off to another glamorous location! If it is another place like Thibodaux, Louisiana lord help us all.
While my forethoughts are probably a good thing for my career, especially during the holidays it is probably worth my time to savor the now. Before we all know it we’ll be back into the ho-hum of January. So, take my advice and take a breath when planning the 3rd course of the holiday meal. Oh, and I swear to god – if you take the last piece of cheese pizza at Sbarro, there is going to be a throwdown in the foodcourt.
5 or 6 miles tonight with some tempo work. Giggity, giggity.