- I went for a run, even though I had sliced my finger while trying to rescue my phone from the "Barbie" iPhone case (I ended up using two keys to pry the phone from its multi-colored protective case)
- I got home later than I wanted to and was searching for the perfect excuse to be lazy
- I was searching for any excuse NOT to exercise
- I could have walked
- I made a decision
- I went for a run
- My running partner had four legs and required several pit stops along the route
- My running partner was motivated by the phrase, "Let's go find some bunnies" (for the record, we didn't find any) instead of by music
- I was grateful because my almost five year old dog could run with me
- I didn't beat myself up because I had to walk for a little bit
- I remembered that I wasn't afraid or intimidated by this sport any longer
- I wasn't worried about my mileage or my pace
- I breathed in and out and my legs did the rest
- I ran because I wanted to, not because I was in training
- I took one step closer to legitimately calling myself a runner
- I ran and I liked it
Monday, March 21, 2011
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It's so funny because, although I really do enjoy running, I struggle with a lot of the same issues you've brought to light here (beating myself up if I have to walk, not thinking of myself as a runner, etc.). Just proves that we are often our biggest hurdles, right? Good for you for running! Sorry 'bout your finger, though! :)
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