I have been thinking lately about the ebbs and flow of life. How sometimes we feel like the king of the hill while at other times we get stuck in the mud. EVERY SINGLE PERSON has highs and lows. They can be in a day, week, month, or year, but there are ups and downs. I really enjoy running but during the winter months, I am never very consistent. I was thinking about it and I am fairly certain I ran once in the month of November, and twice in December. January 1st I started a fitness challenge with my sister and forced myself into activity. It has been ridiculously hard. I used to be able to take any amount of time off and default back into at least three miles and build up from there. Not so much right now. Today I wanted to do 6 miles. However, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to use my normal approach, so instead of telling myself I wanted to run 6 and then getting burned out at 4, I gave myself a plan that allowed me to get to 6. I ran 3/4 of a mile then walked 1/4. Rinse and repeat for 6 miles.
I could look at that effort and be frustrated that I didn’t go six miles straight. I could look at the effort and be disappointed that I am not at one of my high points. I can also look at that effort and be proud of the fact that I didn’t let myself quit. I didn’t give myself an excuse to quit. Like so many other things in life, it is all about perspective. We get to choose whether or not we win or lose. Our victory is not defined by the time it takes, or the distances we travel, rather it is defined by the growth we see within ourselves.