In the midst of what feels like an endless nervous breakdown, I forgot that one good thing has happened in the past few weeks. It isn't a big deal at all, but in times like these I find that the smallest things can mean everything. What am I talking about?  I am the newest addition to the Girls On The Run coaching staff. Starting in March and continuing through May, I will be helping the girls of Arlington Science Focus Elementary school train for their first 5k.

I heard about GOTR a few years ago but just got around to doing my homework on them in the last couple of months. I'm not sure, but it might have been an article in Runners World that made me get off my butt and get involved. I can't wait to meet my girls and starting the coaching process. They have so much great stuff to gain in life from running and I know that they are going to teach me quite a bit as well.

The only hiccup in the process was that the track workouts I miss attending on a regular basis overlap with the time that I've committed to being at the school. Tuesday and Thursday mornings. It actually wasn't that difficult a decision to make. There are always alternatives to fitting in my own training and I think the girls and I need each other more than I need the track. I know that CAR isn't going anywhere, and given my significant lapse in running it will take a chunk of time to get back to track workout shape anyway.

So there you have it.  One good thing. With any luck, one good thing might turn into two or three. I just need to have some hope. I am the last person in the world that would be considered an optimist, so this having faith, not losing hope, look on the bright side, think positive thoughts business is foreign to say the least. But, when all else fails...give it a shot. So I am. Reluctantly. Fingers crossed.