Running 10 miles for the first time was amazing. My first run after surgery was memorable. Last week’s race was meaningful because my mom came along to cheer me on.
But I’m learning it’s nights like this that matter. Nights that consist of a simple 2.5 mile run around the neighborhood. Because I didn’t want to. Because it’s late and I’m exhausted. Because that little voice tells me just to skip it; it won’t hurt anything.
The truth is, it will hurt. There will be other times when I can eat dinner before 10pm, lounge on the couch watching a ball game, or just go to bed early. But not now. I need to finish this thing I’ve started. And nights like this are where I learn if I’ve got the mental strength to succeed.