4:30 a.m. The alarm blares. I’m groggy, and ready for my cup of coffee. I haven’t given up the coffee. It’s a habit I hold onto.
I need the hour with the coffee to get myself on the treadmill and running at 5:30 a.m. It’s the hardest thing. To run at 5:30 in the morning, and yet, if I don’t do it, I’m cranky all day. I love the feel of running, of moving, of passing over ground, even if it’s a belt going around and around.
I work my way through the shin splint that occurs with the treadmill running. Maybe if I stick a board under the back rollers and change the elevation ever so slightly, the discomfort will go away. It’s worse when I walk so I stick to running.
This is hard. This is so hard. Getting up early to run. Much harder than child birth. Child birth is a one-time only event. Child birth is done when my children are born.
Running is never done. I have to show up every time. Training my will. Just as I train my will to walk past the toast left over from my 3 year old’s breakfast. Train my will not to eat more than I need to, even if there’s food left on my plate.
It will hurt.
It will take time.
It will require dedication.
It will require willpower.
You will need to make healthy decisions.
It requires sacrifice.
You will need to push your body to its max.
There will be temptation.
But, I promise you when you reach your goal, it’s worth it.
Attribution: Stand Up to Fight
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