Tonight I finished my run with a sense of disappointment; it was slow and I was tired when I started, I just kept making excuses. Long day at work, no sleep last night, already ate dinner, it humid outside, you can see they kept piling up until I felt like I needed a rope to climb over the hill of negativity I had dropped myself over. I mean, I ran didn't I. I was tired, but I went and I did it, the hardest step is the one out the door, right?
I needed to remind myself that less than a year ago, only 8 months ago, I never would've taken that first step to become a runner I never thought This would be me. I was 33 when I STARTED running, I feel better now than I did at 26. So a bad run is just that, somedays are slower than others. (and somedays you just want to stay in bed!)
To be able to say I did it, that's why I do it. It's for me, no one else. It's simple really, if you put it in perspective. I run because I can, I enjoy it, I know some people run simply to be fit they don't like anything about it. That's not me, I couldn't do it if I didn't like to run.
I've talked myself out of the disappointment I felt, I have a sense of accomplishment. Look how far I've come.:)