First run down

This run was tough. Seems like every other run I do kinda sucks!

But I got my four miles in, and that’s what counts. I also never walked, even though I really wanted to.

I figured that the run was still going to feel crappy whether I walked or not, and if I didn’t walk, at least I would be proud of that fact.

I feel like there has always been a part of me that wants to give up when things get tough, and that part used to be so big that I didn’t run at all.

Then, as I began to run regularly and persevered through the shitty parts, that part became smaller and smaller.

Now that part is super tiny, like a grain of sand, and it has very little power over me because I kick its ass every time it tries to tell me, “You can’t do this.”

There are people who take that as an excuse to stop at the first feeling of discomfort, even though being uncomfortable is also what makes you better.

And then there are people who simply reply, “I can’t, huh? Watch me.”