Am I a tortoise or a hare?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
For some reason I think that because I may not have many decades left on Earth, I need to rush to loose weight so I can live longer and better. Then I recall that the race is not given to the swift nor the strong but to the one who endures to the end. I remind myself of this throughout the day when I feel I must strain to do what I'm not capable of doing right now. I would love to drop and give 20 perfect push-ups but I'm just not there yet. My initial feeling is disappointment and I want to just not even do 5 push-ups; the old "what's the use" negative talk that I've done for years. I could continue to kick back and nap like our friend the hare did, or I could keep plugging along to reach my goals. So, whenever I feel like a dried up old rag I get the image of the tortoise crossing the finish line to the dismay of the hare. I then make the decision to just not quit that each step, no matter how slow, is closer to my goal. I may be 90 when I get there, but I won't if I give up, get lazy, or get distracted.