Pattern Recognition

I came home late tonight after dinner with a friend.

Sanitizing some breast pump bottles for Steph was technically the one thing that needed to get done before I could turn in for the night.

Yet I knew there was another thing. Writing this blog.

Now that I’ve been writing daily again for what feels like about a month, I’ve established a pattern that feels unbreakable.

That doesn’t mean the temptation isn’t there to break said pattern.

It’s there every single night, as writing is the last thing I tend to complete before falling asleep. And believe me, with a four-year-old and a newborn…I always need sleep.

Somewhere in the last month, probably at the 21-day mark, according to what I’ve been told by official sources (aka my dad), my pattern became a habit. A good habit, at that.

The same can’t be said for my training, which is all over the place and sporadic.

But I go to sleep tonight knowing that if I can string together a few weeks of consistency in my training, I’ll be right back to this same spot that I’ve reclaimed with blogging.

It’s not hard, really. It only seems that way.

Ya gotta want to establish the habit.

Then you start with one session.

Do it again. And again. And again.

Even when you don’t want to.

Soon, it’s part of the routine — as routine as brushing your teeth before bed.

It’s intent + diligence + discipline + resiliency.

Sounds a lot like racing, actually.