“Few things in the world are more powerful than a positive push. A smile. A world of optimism and hope. A ‘you can do it’ when things are tough.” ~Richard M. DeVos
Today started out the same as any other. The kids woke up when the first light touched the sky and immediately climbed into bed with us at the ungodly hour of 6:33 am. We had breakfast and coffee, spent the morning cleaning, did the grocery shopping, made lunches for the week, played outside…everything was typical. I even had a little time to waste on the internet and write a short post. It was a normal, typical, even boring day.
But, I felt off. It felt as if something were missing. I thought maybe it was the usual Sunday blues, or maybe waking up with a **slight** hangover, or maybe interactions that I had throughout the day. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I made banana chocolate chip muffins for breakfast tomorrow, cooked a very good dinner (grilled steak, homemade mashed potatoes, sauteed zucchini) even had a glass of wine. Still, something felt off and unfinished.
Then, for no apparent reason, at 7:00 at night, I decided to go for a run. It’s been two weeks since I’ve even been to the gym and throughout the summer I really had only gone a smattering of times. But it didn’t matter. At that moment I had to go running. I put up my hair, threw on my shoes and headed out the door.
I got to the track, and my need began to wane slightly. There were A LOT of people at the track. I didn’t want to run in front of “real” runners. I literally almost got back in the car and drove home. But I didn’t. And that is huge.
I started walking and then before I knew it I decided to run, screw the other people around me who may be judging.
After 2 miles it was pretty dark and I needed to get home to see the boys before bed. My time was fairly embarrassing, but really, I didn’t care. I was motivated enough to get up, get out of my house and RUN. Two miles is two miles more than nothing. And had I decided not to go, or chickened out, where would I be? Sitting at home, watching TV, playing on the internet and hating myself for not doing anything.
I may be slow, and uncoordinated, and look silly, but I don’t care. I got up and did SOMETHING. And that’s good enough for me.