It is amazing how I can love running so much and yet it can make me feel guilty all at the same time. Last night before bed, I checked the weather and it called for heavy rain all night well into Wednesday thus I figured I would just take a rest day. I woke up before my alarm, looked out the window and no rain. Cue the internal conflict: do I run or just go back to bed. I told myself no excuses so I laced them up and went out. At Mile 2 the wind picked up significantly. Do I turn around or keep going? I kept going. At mile 3, the rain comes. Do I keep going or do I turn around? I kept going. By mile 4 its pouring and the wind is blowing hard and I know the cars going by are thinking this dude is crazy. I kept going. At mile 6 I made a goofy smirk; and I thought to myself this is why I do it, MOments like this are why I run: to challenge myself, to push myself, to show myself what is possible if I work hard and stay focused. Sure it might be a little crazy running out there in the wind and rain; but when I look back on my journey to 2,014 miles its meMOries like today that will make me smile and also proud to be a runner.
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 10:58:28 +0000
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