i decided tonight that i was done making excuses. there’s a quarter-mile track across the street from my townhouse, for crying out loud.
so tonight i shoved all of the excuses my mind could think of out of the way, put on my running shorts and shoes and hit the track.
i really need to get in the habit of taking better care of my body – it’s the only one i’ll get, after all.
while i was out on the track, the voices in my mind started speaking up, saying things like, “look how slow you’re going!”, “you’re being lapped by all these people!”, “what difference will this make?”.
all i could think about during the time on the track was something i’d read on pinterest a while back that said, “no matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everybody on the couch”.
my mind quickly went to my couch, where i thought how i could be sitting on my ass, watching soccer highlights from recent matches and enjoying a sweet treat, but i didn’t allow it to stay there – i reminded myself again that this is the only body i’ll get, so i’d better take care of it while i have use of it.