Many times while I am running, I feel my legs working hard, how they burn, and at the end of my run, how they think they can't possibly go another step.
I feel how winded I am, how breathing in and out, while rhythmic, is tiring in and of itself.
I think about how this is hard.
I really do love it. I love the burn and the sweat that tells me I am working hard. I think there is a certain honor in giving something all you've got, in working hard towards a goal.
It's also in the midst of all of this that I think,
That piece of cake really wasn't worth it.
It tasted good, yes. Oh, did it ever taste good. But if I am truly honest, the taste of that cake was not worth putting me backwards, however small of a step it may have been. It just wasn't.
So why did I eat it?
My goal over the next couple weeks is this: When I am faced with a decision about food,
I want to remember the burn, the sweat, the hard work.
I want to remember what it feels like when I am in the midst of a run.
I want to remember the feeling of thinking I can't go another step.
I want to remember how hard it is at times to catch my breath.
I want to remember how hard it is.
I want to remember why I'm doing this.
I want to remember that my kids are watching me.
I want to remember that I have a choice.
I want to make good decisions.
If I can remember all that, the decision to eat or not to eat should be an easy one.
And with no remorse I can ditch the cake and grab an apple.
Or maybe make some eggs.
Mmmm, I have not had breakfast yet this morning. Ciao.