Yesterday, we had a break in the weather (for those of you who are not in the PNW that means it wasn't raining). My neighbor and her son were out on their drive chalking up the streets, let's call them Jane and Sam.

As soon as my boys see Sam outside in the yard, they are running for the door faster than you can say Mary Poppins. We headed over to their driveway to drown ourselves in the soot of chalky fingers and chalk bodies with funny faces.

Jane and I sat on the sidewalk when our other neighbor, we will call her Sally, was walking by all dressed in her "walking gear". Sally, a breast cancer survivor, and all around super neighbor proudly wears her pink tee and hat with pride, as she walks the streets preparing for the coming breast cancer walk in September.

I asked her if she was starting her training for the walk already and quietly giggling to herself, she said "Oh yes, I have to practice a little bit each day so that on the big day I can complete the race without fail."

This of course, got me thinking about what training for some thing really means.

Training and preparation for a race is a lot like organizing. You really have to do a little bit each day.

Some days, you don't want to, you are too tired or too busy.

You have to start planning ahead early so that you can cross the finish line in the end.

Sometimes it's painful. Sometimes you want to quit. Sometimes you may even cry.

When you cross those big hurdles, it becomes easier and training becomes more natural... kind of like a habit.

Do you see where I am going?

What I really love about this little analogy is that it's almost scary true how similar the two really are. Starting the right habits today and getting into the right frame of mind about your goal really can produce the results you want!

Now, I am NOT a runner, jogger or even someone who likes to workout. I do however love to see the joy my clients feel when they cross their finish lines.... When they see that it really is possible and they really can be organized... there is nothing better.

On  a side note, I do also walk in the Susan G. Koman race for my many friends, family and neighbors who have been affected by this disease. Last year, my husband and I saw the joy and pride Sally felt when she crossed the finish line. Believe you me... I will be there again this year....

Do you have a finish line you would like to cross? Have you started training for it?