… and sometimes it’s the easy ones I regret the most.
I wasn’t in the mood to run this morning. I woke up early – then I fell back asleep.
My body was tired because of the 10.27 MILES OF TRAIL RIDING I did yesterday.
But like I said the OTHER DAY, if I’m going to tell people that I’m a runner, I’ve got to RUN.
I tried to explain to a friend the other evening – I often talk about how much I love running. Please don’t get me wrong – I do love it. Mostly after I’ve finished running. It’s not easy in the ‘middle’ of the run – a lot of times I’m miserable. It’s still hard – most times, hardest of all to get out the door and do it.
What I’ve learned about myself during the times I’ve ‘soldiered’ on thru the run – translates to anything LIFE throws at me. I’m not afraid of the ‘Valley of the Shadow of Death’ – because I know I’m never alone ‘Surely, Goodness and Mercy’ are my pacers.
I’ve committed to it, I’ve at least got to try.
Today was 2.04 MILES OF TRYING.
I’m okay with that…
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