I started my second week of couch potato to 5K and I still hate it. In fact, I was in a bad mood all night last night just knowing that I was going to get to get up this morning and do it. (Note that I said "get to get up and do it" instead of "have to." I"m working hard at changing my mindset. It ain't working.) I was even grumpier this morning. And I thought more than once about just saying screw it.
But I didn't.
I got out there and I panted and cussed through my one minute intervals and all the while I kept thinking, if I quit, I'm a fraud. Every day I get up and I get on the computer and tell people that all their hard work and suffering is going to be so worth it. That they have to look at the big picture and remember why they're doing this.
Then I thought and asked myself, "Why are you doing this?"
Because I hope to be around twenty years from now. Because I hope to be healthier this time next year. Because I hope to be stronger tomorrow than I am today. Because I hope to reach that point when I reap the rewards and the biggest reward will be the pride I have in myself. Because I hope if I can do this one more thing for myself, I will be able to do other harder and more rewarding things.
Hope is important. But Hope is not enough.
It reminds me of when I was quitting drinking,
To all of my amigas and amigos out there that are just starting out, remember that you are getting stronger with every day and every minute. It will get easier. It will be worth it. Don't quit dreaming of the rewards, it is a gift that keeps on giving. You will carry the knowledge of your accomplishment forever. And you will be proud. Forever.
If you can do this, you can do anything.
And you can do this.
