Run

I ran today.

Actually, I jogged moved my feet just quicker than a walk, but I got out there.

It's hard for me.

I'm not a runner.

But I'm at the point where I know I need to "just do it" so I...

threw on a pair of sweats

tied on my tennis shoes

grabbed a light weight coat

and head out.

And ran past all the voices in my head.  I could hear the excuses, "You're tired today. You don't know what you are doing." The worries, "What if you hurt yourself? How would you care for your family?" But most of all, the shame.

"You're the sorriest excuse for a runner I've ever seen!" comes the voice.  It accuses me of being a poser. Asks me what I think I can hope to accomplish. Tells me I'm too big to do anything. Too old to try to accomplish my goals. Tells me I'm a failure and it's only a matter of time...

These voices feel like a weight pressing down on my chest and it's hard to breathe.

But I move forward.

Keep going.

And God-willing I'll do it again tomorrow.

Just run.