As much as I’ve fallen in love with running, it’s still really hard.
I was on a high this past weekend because I ran 3 days in a row in weather that was finally above freezing. Each run was better than the last and I’d actually shaved a whole minute off my pace in those 3 days.
After a few days off, I laced up my neon running shoes on Wednesday and hit the pavement.
For the first 20 minutes of my 65 minute run I seriously considered running home to sit on my couch and finally finish the finale of the Bachelor.
But I didn’t.
I knew that though I was the only one that would have known, I would have been so disappointed in myself.
Although I slapped that minute back onto my pace, I was reassured that the next time will be better.
I'll never run any further, faster, or finish any races if I allow myself to stop running. So that’s my current barometer of success, am I still moving forward?