What a difference a couple of days can make. This past week my little monkey was fighting a terrible stomach virus. Needless to say, I knew I couldn't strap him into the stroller with a fever and head out in this notorious Florida summer heat. This made for a skimpy week of running that I felt the repercussions of this morning. After a two-day hiatus (my goal is to never miss more than one day in a row) we hit the pavement and immediately the last 48 hours of idleness became painfully obvious. The first half of my run, okay honestly, fast-paced walk, was a screaming reminder that I have to stay steadfast in this goal I have committed to.
Now, I realize this is going to sound a bit extreme, but while I was feeling sorry for myself I suddenly remembered the words of my doctor when I was going through labor. "Push through the pain," she repeatedly told me. "Why the heck did I stop going to the gym?" I replied at the time (edited response). With that memory fresh in my mind, I put things into perspective, picked up a light jog, and repeated my new mantra, "Push through the pain, push through the pain..."
At the end of my run Tiger Woods told me that I had my best mile yet...really, he did. (Thanks to Nike+ and my IPod). And yes, I too wondered if he had ulterior motives (smile).
Point being, somehow feeling my worst thus far in the 200-day countdown I managed to push through and actually excel. Wow, just typing that sentence reminds me of how applicable it is to so many situations in life.
"He conquers who endures."