Yesterday, I had to get up early to run. It looked so cold out. It was cold out. I'll be honest, I didn't really feel like running. If I had the the luxury to slowly drink my coffee, putz around, eat a good breakfast, and then go run in a couple hours, I probably would have been excited. But my one chance was right then, early in the morning. It the bitter, bitter cold.
I wasn't feeling it.
But then I remembered: There will be a day I won't be able to run anymore. Hopefully that day is 50+ years from now!!!! But that day will come. And when it's here, I bet I will wish more than anything that I could go for a run. Even if it is early. Even if it is bitter, bitter cold.
I always try to be thankful for what I have and aware that it won't have it forever. My family, my health, my ability to do something so mundane as to put one foot in front of the other again and again and again... thousands of times... and go for a run.
That's what got me out the door yesterday morning!