Two posts? Must be Friday. No really. I was having some thoughts and I thought they'd be fun to share.
So back near the end of March, I realized I was WAY heavy for me. I mean, when I was 25, I weighed about 150 lbs. But there I was staring down the barrel of 32 at 220lbs. Whoa! So I thought I'd take up running. I'd run when I was training for the Fire Academy, and managed an average of 5-7 miles per day. I was also in the best shape of my life when I started, but that's a different story.
Regardless, I began running. I had my little GPS watch, good shoes, and an iPod loaded with motivational music. My first distance was 3.5 miles. I walked most of it and could barely walk the next day. Over the next month, I managed to begin doing at least as much jogging as walking. And by the end of the month I had managed to jog the entire thing.
I am a rule breaker. I probably don't stretch properly, I probably don't train properly. I'm probably skipping about a dozen steps. But rules only ever tell us what we can't do, never what we're actually capable of. And here I am about two months later easily jogging six miles without stops or rests or anything. My shin splints are mostly gone and the only major problem I have is a blister that has more layers than an onion. I wasn't able to do it because I'm a great athlete or read a lot of blogs or books about how to run. I got here, and I'll get into marathon shape, because I'm too dumb to know I can't.
And that's my approach to writing too. There's a lot of information out there telling writers what they can't do, what they shouldn't do, what will ensure their book never sees the light of day. You know what I say? Turn up the music on your iPod, crank up the speed on, ignore the pain, and keep pushing forward. Maybe you'll fall--no one's journey is the same. Maybe you won't be ready in the time frame that you want to be. But eventually you'll get there. You'll only ever fail if you quit.