Training Session #30- July 7th: Goals are Like Trashcans

In 2013 I was diagnosed with sarcoidosis, an autoimmune disorder that chewed a hole in my cerebellum, atrophied various muscles, impaired my vision, balance, coordination and consequently stole my ability to run. I have dedicated the summer of 2018 to regaining my strength, coordination, balance, and relearning how to run. I am participating in a 5k run on September 23rd in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. This is my training journal. This is my attempt to grow physically strong again.

Write on. Fight on.  

The previous training sessions can be found here, under “Fight on- Summer Training Log”


6:15 am to 7:20 am


Outdoor- 68 degrees

*This week I’m training in Wildwood, New Jersey

Training Maxim:

No hurry. No pause.

Training Performed:

1 hour and 5 minutes of walking/jogging intervals.


Jogging four blocks beyond the finish line.

Quote I’m Thinking About Today:

“Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment.”~ Jim Rohm


We set big goals. Big goals are lofty and impressive. Big goals garner attention. They makes eyes pop and jaws drop.

But in setting big goals we often fail to set essential little goals. Little goals may not be sexy but are absolutely necessary when working toward accomplishing a bigger goal.

I started training with the big goal of jogging a 5k in September.

For me and my body, 3.1 miles seems like an unachievable distance. But today my goal wasn’t to jog 3.1 miles. My goal was to jog from one trash can to next to the next until I jogged an entire block.

It was not glamorous. (And some trashcans were pretty ripe this morning). But jogging from trashcan to trashcan to trashcan made achieving the ultimate goal, jogging 3.1 miles, feel a bit more achievable.

From The Previous Training Session-July 5:

It’s hot. New Jersey ( along with other eastern and central states) are embroiled in a heat wave.

I stood in the doorway divided. The morning heat pressing on my front and the cool air from the air conditioner softly curling across my back.

I wanted to train but why did it have to be so damn hot?  And so I found myself in the simplest human conflict: What I want vs. what the world was giving me.

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