This morning everything was stacked against me. I was very tired for many reasons. Just getting out of bed was hard enough. But I took that step. I needed to go to the gym early because I have too much to do later.
So step by step, I made myself get ready. My body was fighting me the whole way to get back in bed. Thankfully my will to finish out this week's run was stronger. Bit by bit I made it to the gym.
Today's run was 20 minutes of running, no stopping. For more than a week now, I've been thinking it impossible. I've been thinking there'd be no way I'd be ready for it. I went back forth trying to decide if I should repeat W5D2 today and then do week 5 over again next week.
Finally I decided to just do it. Nothing would be lost for lack of trying. The worst thing that would happen would be that I would end up having to take a break.
I'm so glad I pushed myself to do it. Because I did it. I finished. Yep, me. I ran 20 minutes. It's probably been more than 10 years since I've ran that much.
And you know what? It felt great. It felt great to finish, to set my mind to something and do it. One more little step along the way.
"I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
Press on, my friends, press on.
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