I have lists for everything.
- Christmas present lists
- Grocery lists
- Pre-race lists
- Pre-party lists
- Task lists for work
- Story idea lists
- New clothes lists
- Daily errand lists
- Playlists on my Zune
These lists float around the house on the back of discarded envelopes. Or they are scribbled on notebook paper and shoved in my purse. T Junior finds them in the couch cushions…or he puts them there, I’m not really sure. “Dist!” he yells and holds them up like he struck gold.
I neeeeeed lists. I can’t focus without them. And I hate straying from them. I’m such a rule-follower that I get nervous if I skip a to-do item on a list that I made.
That’s why the Hal Higdon 12-week Half Marathon plan worked for me. It was, essentially, a list.
Right now, I’m list-less. I’m lost in a sea of confusion about what I’m supposed to do to prepare for the Jingle Bell 5K on Sunday, which is probably why I haven’t been running since Wednesday. Like Elle in Legally Blonde, I’m “totally adrift.”
Seattle Half in Excel. I know. Fancy.