When I set out…
I did so reluctantly.
It was a chore
…and my body agreed
Winded
Sore
…and wanting to do anything but what I was doing
My mind wrapped it’s arms around those moments
…and whispered in my ear
‘You’ve done enough. Quit for today’
…and my body followed
I cherished the ‘off’ days
…of sweat free relaxation
…and general idleness
Besides, I had enough going on
…in my life
…in my head
But Sara stuck with me…
…and kept me on schedule
Leading by example
…and whether I liked it or not
I complied
I ran
…and ran some more
I started on the treadmill…
Because I was self-conscience of running outside
Where everyone would see me
…and point and laugh
Look at that guy
But in time…
…as my endurance and confidence grew
I realized how it was me all along
...holding myself back
It was my voice
My criticism
My excuses
...and it was so easy to do
So scary easy to do
Last May I had surgery for a torn left meniscus
Last Saturday, I ran 9.45 miles with the love of my life
…on a trail
…in the woods
Birds chirping
Hearts pumping
…at a pace where we could talk
…or just listen to the sound of the packed gravel beneath our feet
As we pushed
…and ran
…and motivated each other
And it felt (and feels) good
Damn good
…to be on the path
