I was thinking about this today. Because, yet again, I found myself, against ALL odds ... running.
EVERY thing was working against me. The very tiny window of 37 minutes I had between work and Kindy/School pick up was dissolving and almost down to 30 minutes. But not once did I think ...
"Nup. Can't run now. No time."
How has this happened? This commitment? I've never been this committed to anything. In my life.
It's the decision.
I made a decision a few months ago to train to run 10 kms in 55 minutes. Decision made.
So, I have no more decisions to make.
On the days that I am to run, I run. I don't have to decide whether or not to run. Because I decided that ages ago.
Maybe that's what it is. I decided.
Today's run was AWFUL by the way. The most awful run ever. Both Nicky and I suffered like we haven't suffered in ages. 25 minutes of sprint/jog/sprint/jog. I said to Nicky ... this run will either break us or define us. Man I hope it defines us. Because tomorrow we have to run. 75 minutes. 75 MINUTES!
But I have no choice. The decision is made.