Remember???
Had a good long run this week. Pouring rain the entire time. 9 miles, and I wanted more. Why do we forget the good stuff? Why did I dread going out in the weather, when I know it is one of my favorite times to run? Why can't I get excited about getting my miles in for this marathon? Why do I forget sometimes the great feeling of accomplishment, in finishing what you start out to do? Last night on my long run, I ran a 7.5 mile loop, and ended up at the truck. I thought to myself how easy it would be to call that enough and just get in and go home and get dry. But I kept going and finished the run, and I felt better at the end than I did when I started...just like I always do. The same goes for so many other things in life. Losing weight. Why do I forget how good it feels to see numbers dropping, and being able to fit in smaller sizes, and look better in them too? And feel better? Things are gonna change.
