Day 141: List-less

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.”

“Totally.”