Sometimes they're downright terrible.
I'm willing to admit that, because in all honesty, yesterday's three mile run was a downright cruddy run.
I couldn't wait for it to be over.
Even though I felt that way, quite often the challenge lies not in the action of running the distance of the day, but rather in the steps to get you out the door.
Excuses. They're a dangerous thing, aren't they?
Too tired. Too sore. Sick. Not enough time.
Too warm. Too cold. Too windy.
Forgot shoes. Forgot gloves. Forgot socks. Forgot music.
I have a meeting. I have dinner plans. I can't do it today.
There are thousands and thousands.
I think the most dangerous though is the rather passive 'I'll do it later.' I must have spent a collective two hours yesterday thinking about running and a whole 30 minutes doing it.
Which brings me to this:
Sorta sums up this post.
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