Remember that time I ran 6.5 miles by accident.
How does that happen one asks?
Serious miscalculations concerning time, distance, and being stuck in the middle of nowhere so that you have no choice, but to finish.
It was my fault, really, if we're being honest here. I'd driven that road so many times that it began to seem like a short distance. So short, apparently, that I thought we could run it in 45 minutes.
And that my friends is the definition of a fool. One who thinks she knows what she's doing when in reality she is clueless.
So even though it took much longer than we thought and was much further than we anticipated, although we almost died when we got home, there was also a bit of excitement.
Because we just ran 6.5 miles.
That is a hard thing to do. Obviously we were no marathon runners.
And it made me realize that I can probably do a lot more than I thought I could.
I thought about this on my run this morning. I'm sick with a cold, my throat has been giving me problems, and I got maybe an hour of sleep last night, because my little babe is sick too.
Come on, I know you've got some great excuses too.
So make today different.
THROW AWAY those excuses. See what you're made of. Do something hard.
*apologize to someone you've hurt
*go for a run even if you're sure you'll hate it
*forgive that person who's let you down lately
*bake a cake even if you've classified yourself as the "Worst cook in America"
*look beyond yourself and see who you can help
*be happy (it's a choice really)
Stop thinking about all the reasons why not. And just go for it.