I have a dream that I can be a great runner someday.
Truth: I have a LONG way to go!
Anyone who knows me well can tell you that I DESPISED running growing up.
I dreaded the days in junior high PE classes when we had to run the mile.
I seriously thought it was torture and just walked the whole thing with my friends...
maybe slow jogging a few parts.
However, as I have gotten older, jogging/running has become a bit of an interest to me.
Anyone who knows me now can tell you that I dream of being able to run a 5k and maybe even a half marathon someday.
Truth is: I can't even jog a whole mile, and that is quite a damper on my great dream!
I go through these phases where I seriously crave a good jog and feel this urgency to go
with this idea that it will be easy.
Every time, without fail, I am humbled and reminded that "it is not requisite that a man should run
faster than he has strength."
I am constantly reminded that since I have not been consistent in my efforts to run, I have to start from square one every time I decide to go again.
Tonight, after not going jogging in months, was a great example of that.
It was rough.
I wanted to cry.
I was discouraged,
and I wanted to quit.
It was also a reminder that it is time for me to be more persistent and strive to overcome my self-doubt and the obstacles I am faced with.
Maybe I won't be able to run a 5k this year as planned,
But as long as I get make it a mile that's progress, right?
So here's to reaching that smaller goal before trying to brave the whole mountain!