In the past month I have run a total of 50 minutes. There is nothing I can do now about the training I lost during the weeks of being sick and recovering. I can sit here kicking myself (and get footprints on a perfectly nice pair of pants), or I can start running.
Tomorrow is mine. I haven’t wasted it yet. There are 24 perfectly decent hours in tomorrow, and I’d like to dedicate one of them to running. To the extent that it’s in my control, I will run.
The day after tomorrow, I will have to make the same decision: I will run. Each new day I’ll have to make the choice to run. Soon, it will be a habit again.
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