This was a morning ripe for a fitness failure. I slept terribly last night, kept awake by a hacking/congested cough from a cold. My body was already tired from fighting the cold, so running five miles this morning didn't even seem possible. My cough was so bad that it even kept my husband awake. He spent part of the night on the couch and around 2:45, we swapped places. We ended up sleeping much later this morning than planned.
When I finally gave up on sleep around 6:30 this morning, I asked him about running. He had to get ready for work, so his run would move to lunch time. I knew I had to get mine in this morning or else it wasn't going to happen. I stumbled into my running clothes and shoes and out the door to hit the pavement. We're training for a marathon, and it's important to get into the training habit early in the program.
You know what? I made it. I told myself before I started that I could walk part of the five miles this morning, if needed, but I didn't. I ran the whole thing. And I didn't feel bad during the run, either. I can't say I'm 100% awake at this moment, but I put in my five miles this morning, slow as they were.
The takeaway here is that sometimes we just have to start moving to get something done. It might not be our best effort, but it's an effort and it's more than we get done if we do nothing at all. How's that for profundity? In all seriousness, we move towards our goals faster when we start moving.
What goals are you working towards, fitness or otherwise? What does your finish line look like?