This Is Why Runners Run

How Her Morning Went:

She thought about what she had to do. It seemed impossible.

“I cant do it!” She said. But she knew she had to try so she started.

It was hard. She knew it would be hard. But good grief, it was SO hard.

She bent over in exhaustion. She wiped her dripping brow. She paused and shut her eyes. Her shirt was wet. From what? She did not know. Tears? Sweat? Both?

She opened her puffy eyes and kept moving.

She knew a jog would help.

 

How Her Mid-Morning Jog Went:

She thought about what she had to do. It seemed impossible.

“I cant do it!” She said. But she knew she had to try so she started.

It was hard. She knew it would be hard. But good grief, it was SO hard..

She bent over in exhaustion. She wiped her dripping brow. She paused and shut her eyes. Her shirt was wet. From what? She did not know. Tears? Sweat? Both?

She opened her puffy eyes and kept moving.

She made herself keep moving. Somewhere along the way it became a little easier and she astonished herself by realizing she COULD do it. She WAS doing it.

Tomorrow she would be stronger.

17 thoughts on “This Is Why Runners Run

  1. Amen! The first mile I always wonder if I will make it to 2. By the time I hit 3, I’m thinking, “What’s one more?” And I’m so much nicer to everyone after a run. My kids have noticed and will ask me to please go for a run when I get cranky.

  2. Keep it up, girl. You’re doing awesome. More awesome than I can even think of doing. I don’t jog, but I do walk and sometimes on the treadmill which I hate.

    But look at you. Just keep at it. You’re a giant inspiration. =)

  3. This is the absolute truth. I never knew how far I could go until I took the first step. Another inspiring post, Grouch. Now go hug your babies!

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