This was from the other day. Last Saturday to be exact. I was three miles from home. I didn’t want to take it easy. Take it slow. Or walk. No. I was done showing up. Only to show up and be beaten by running again. And again. I didn’t want to turn around and go home. I was done. Finished. Frustrated. Overpowered. Crushed. And defeated. I wanted to call someone to come pick me up. It was a moment or a rather series of moments when I finally understood what all this quitting nonsense is about. And I don’t mean quitting a workout or turning around and going home quitting. I mean tears streaming down my face, F you running we are done, quitting. But somehow, in those moments I also understood that all the reasons why I wanted to quit, were exactly why I needed to keep going. You see, I know what it feels like when all my training finally pays off. I know that sore muscles don’t stay sore for long. I know what it feels like to challenge myself to be faster and better. And I become faster and better. That is why I am so hard on myself. That is why this injury has been so difficult for me. And that is why my running isn’t good enough for me lately. I know I can and have done better. I have been faster. I am showing up. I am putting one foot in front of the other. I am not turning around and going home or having someone come pick me up. I am not quitting. I finished those three miles on Saturday. And I did another 4.5 miles yesterday. I am putting in the time. Dedication. Commitment. Mileage. Sweat. Tears. And putting one foot in front of the other. I am not there yet. But now I understand why so many people give up. I am not one of those people. I know what it feels like to not quit and get to where I am going. I know at some point if I keep showing up. I will feel real progress. And I will get to where I am going again.
Have you ever seriously considered quitting something?
If you have considered quitting, but didn’t, what made you change your mind?
Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!