During my run today, I had something of an epiphany: I’m a lot mentally tougher than I give myself credit for. I was really struggling with the end of today’s run, and it felt like I had absolutely nothing left in me. My legs were tired and I thought I couldn’t possibly go any further. I looked down at my timer to see 1m30s left.
One of my fatal flaws is that I have a tendency to give up and walk away when things get too tough. It’s been my pitfall time and time again. In every day life though, this tendency can be hard to spot. With running, it stares you right in the face.
1m30s.
The point at which you can either stop and walk away or say, “fuck it” and push harder is right there in front of you. Stop right at the end of your workout, and put all that hard work to waste, or go for it.
1m30s.
Today, like on every other day, I kept running. Today, like on every other day, I’ve felt proud and accomplished.
Sure, to some of you, running another minute and a half is laughable. But to me, it’s a milestone, a turning point. The point at which I went from the girl that gives up when things are hard, to the girl that says, “fuck it, I’m gonna keep going”.
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