Monday, August 12, 2013
I've been off sick for the past few days. Three to be honest. I did try to go running on two of the three days, but it didn't work out that way.
Now I'm sitting here. It's morning. I should be getting dressed and out the door, but...
I'm scared. I'm scared that I'll get out there and try, only to fail again. I understand the past few days was because I was sick. But it's still all there. I tried. I couldn't.
Even with all of this going through my head, I still have to admit it. This is something that I haven't let go of. I still think of it every day.
On July 1 I just decided to get my shoes on and go. It's been 6 weeks of progress since then. I've had some small set backs, but the progress has been so much more than I expected.
It has definitely been hard work, but it also has been worth it. There's no arguing that.
You know what. This is true. It's hard to remember, but I KNOW from past experience it's true.
Time for me to get my shoes on and get out the door. One mile or ten, I'll regret not doing it more than anything I can get done out there.
I got my shoes on. I even considered a short run to get back into the swing of things. It went well. I ended up running the full training run today. 5.7miles.