I love being around people who are consummate goal setters. They all seem to have several things in common. They set specific goals. They set them in writing. Their goals must be challenging. They must be achievable. And they must have action steps and target dates for completion. Along with being successful at achieving their goals, these individuals always seem to have a positive mental attitude. They visualize themselves exactly the way they want to be. And they give 100 percent in all they do.
That's how I'd like to live my life. One of my weekly goals, as you know, is to average at least 17,000 steps per day as I train for my upcoming race, climb, and wave riding. I realize that my success starts in my mind. Having weekly goals can help us to focus on what we are hoping to achieve. They give us direction and enable us to overcome inertia and confusion. The essential thing is staying motivated. Here are the steps I managed to get in today by the grace of God.
And here is my weekly average (including my Sunday day off from running).
Let's face it: I'm protective of my time, just as you are. Something really has to float my boat for me to become committed to it. I think we humans play it way too safe in life. We need to learn how to stretch ourselves and take risks. Rather than dwelling on discomfort, we need to accept it as we chase down our goals. I could go on and on, but I think you get the gist of what I'm talking about. Becky's death sparked in me a desire to embrace a lifestyle of fitness but also to set and reach for goals that I never ever dreamed I would be able to accomplish, all the while having the time of my life. I appreciate the many opportunities the Lord has already given me this year of smashing my goals. I've got my eye set on the prize. I love having goals to propel me forward!
Shooting baskets at the Y today -- a very enjoyable part of getting in my steps.