I tell myself I want to be a runner ... I want to be one of those people that have their running shoes always a hand's grab away. They run in the morning. They run in the evening. They run to relieve stress. They run to feel better. They run to be happy.
I want that ...
... I think.
But ...
Lord, that's a lot of work. That's a lot of showers. That's a lot of early mornings. That's a lot of sweaty clothes ... and at what point do I stop telling myself (yelling at myself) to get out and run? When do I tell myself it's just not fun and to stop? When do I tell myself change isn't easy and to keep pushing? Where's that line?!?
Well ...
I haven't answered that yet ...
I'll let you know when I get there ...
... maybe I'll be a runner ...
... maybe I'll be happy to cheer you on from my comfy couch on the sidelines ...
... maybe
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