The original title for this blog was Running Saved, and as the name implied, had a lot to do with my running experiences, or lack thereof, as well as sharing things from my life in Christ. The start of this blog seems an eternity ago, and while its existence does span a couple of years, at times it seems that those early days were a lifetime ago.
Earlier this year, I changed the blog's name to Fit For the King. I had, because of injury, begun to run less and lift more. My focus had shifted a bit to overall fitness and I also found that I wanted to write about some other topics, or so I thought. Not to long after I changed the name I ceased to post, having lost any motivation to do so, and finding Face Book a more welcoming environment for the quick thoughts that continued to ramble through my head, but which I never had the time to fully develop into anything of substance. Now I am stretching it a bit here, implying that anything I've ever wrote had any substance, but alas, my blog, my opinion.
Now I find myself at yet another crossroads. This year has seen growth at my job, and while grateful that as many struggle, I've been blessed, the growth has also meant an increase in responsibility and more demands on my time. This has left less time for my fitness goals, and in fact, as I write this I'm pondering how to balance travel and training for the 2010 KDF Mini-Marathon, much less my original goal of running the full again.
As for the post title, Evolution, that is something I'm trying to do. Life changes, and we must change as well. It is painful at times to give up the things we love to do, as I'm reminded each time I step into my garage and see the gadgets and gear of hobbies past. It can be exciting to find ourselves engaged in new ventures and adventures. It can be stressful trying to determine where and how to spend our time and energies. Our only chance is to evolve. So today I'm doing my best to evolve, to determine how much time I can devote to running and fitness given the demands of work and family. Trying to figure out "WHO and WHAT" matters and warrants my energies and attention.
For now, I plod along, running three or four days per week, hoping at some point I will reengage with what is currently the only hobby I still hold on to, but I'm want to let it slip away. Each missed race opportunity, each morning that I wake with the notion that trying to get ahead or catch up with work is the best use of the early hours, each time I find my self ill tempered and short of patience with my family or holding little interest to interact with people in general, I ask myself "What does it matter?" Isn't it just another demand on my time. Only time will tell if I evolve and adapt or whether the current me goes the way of the dinosaur.
Either way, whether my demise as a runner, or my return, I am returning to my blogging so that if it is my end as a runner, I document it as I did my beginning.
