I’ve only run half a mile and I’m already fighting the thoughts swirling in my mind.
You can’t do this.
How much longer is this gonna take?
I want a donut.
My legs are killing me.
Walking is good enough.
And sometimes walking is good enough but not today. Today I am going to push through those thoughts. I will keep putting one foot in front of the other.
I continue for another .10 mile. And another. And another. I’ve reached the mile mark and I look back. I just ran a mile. By choice.
My feet continue to pound the treadmill as I rock out to “Stronger” by Kelly Clarkson. I gain confidence with each forward step and pretty soon I’ve run another half mile.
Tomorrow I will choose to do it all over again. With each passing day I crave the adrenaline rush followed by the cold shower. And as each day passes I push myself to go farther, longer.
I run to feel strong. I run to be healthy. I run because I can.