Some days I’m reminded that we really have to focus on being happy with where we are in our journey. We need to find joy in our achievements. I’ve made huge strides over the last couple of years.
- I’ve lost 100 pounds
- I can run 10+ miles without stopping
- I can run a mile in 8:45
- I’ve run a dozen 5Ks and even a few 10Ks
- I’ve lost 14 inches from my waist
- I’ve gone from a XXXL to a Large dress shirt
Even with all those changes, I still see a fat guy looking back from the mirror. I see the roll of skin that wraps around my waist. I see the muffin top that shows through my t-shirt. I see the 10k that took 20 minutes longer than it should have.
I can measure every one of my accomplishments. I can see them daily, and I know that they are there. I can be proud of them, but my mind constantly wants to remind of the person I don’t want to be. It wants to remind me of the person that I used to be. I set goals to help me overcome those thoughts. I need something to fight back the demons, and those goals are my ammunition.
I realized this as I was talking to a friend about trying to run a 50k next year. I thought “why would I want to run a 50k?” The answer is 2 years ago I would have never thought to try. I’m no longer that person that won’t try. All these goals keep me from becoming that person again.
I don’t know why I said all that, something made me feel like it just needed to be said.
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