I almost stayed in bed today.
I almost ran by myself, opting to run in solitude for what I expected was a hard run at a slow pace.
I almost stopped at mile 1.6.
I almost called it quits when I saw those hills.
I almost decided not to cross that big long bridge.
I almost cried at mile 6.
I almost let the pain, shame, and embarrassment of being so out of practice with running prevent me from going just a few more steps.
I almost cheated myself out of 8 miles.
And I’m glad that none of those “almosts” became realities.
Because today I almost forgot how effing great it feels to hurt, to strive, to push, to persevere, and to run.
And what a monumental loss that would have been.
Here’s to finding your limits…and pushing past them.
Happy running! 🙂