My mind is racing.
My thoughts are tempting to persuade me to follow down the easy path,
To not go on a run.
I have listened to these thoughts many times.
They prevent me from moving towards who I could be.
This goes beyond running.
These small choices make a hell of a difference in the long run.
Maybe that is the problem with us humans.
We always think we have time.
It's Friday,
It whispers.
Take it easy today.
You can go on a run on Monday.
Have a fresh start at the beginning of the week.
It is only four days away.
My ego loves the comfort of my warm bed.
It will do anything for the instant pleasure it gets from laying down,
Staring at the ceiling,
Daydreaming on who I could be without taking any responsibility.
I can hear another voice in my mind whisper,
Put your shoes on and go for a run.
I promise you'll feel vitality once it is over.
The moment to make a decision is now.
I get out of bed,
Walk towards the bathroom,
Look at myself in the mirror and say,
You got this,
Let's go.
The weather outside is lovely,
The sun is shining and a new day awaits for me to embrace.
I put on my black shorts,
White socks and running shoes.
I feel comfortable when aesthetics are on point.
I am a weirdo.
My mind strikes three more times.
The road has many hills.
You could get injured.
Let's go running at sunset when the sun is not at its peak.
Let's go for a walk.
Running is not good for your knees.
The decision has been made.
There's no turning back at this point.
