One the back of my car is a 26.2 sticker. It’s not on there to brag to the world that I ran a marathon. I really don’t care what anyone thinks about my running. I have other stuff I brag about (my kids mainly, but don’t get me started). No, the sticker is on the back window to remind me when I get in my car of what I am capable of. Of the challenges I have the ability to overcome. I also have a PLS sticker. That’s to remind me that I accomplished the Fit4Change program and lost 50 lbs. It can be stickers on your car, medals in a frame or something tacked on your fridge: You need something to remind yourself of your victories. Because when the storms come, you have to have something to pull you through. My stickers help me. Find something that works for you.
If sweat is fat crying, my fat had a mental breakdown this morning. I ran 5.03 miles and sweated about 5.03 gallons. It was 82 degrees at 4:45 a.m. — and that’s not even considering the heat index. It was brutal. Very brutal. But I did it. I got out of my nice comfy bed and I pounded the pavement.
So give me a medal. And a chest to pin it on.
Some people like to exercise in the evenings. I don’t for three reasons:
1. I like to get it out of the way.
2. It’s too hot.
3. Most importantly, I have three kids and unless they’re coming with me, my wife doesn’t want me disappearing for an hour when we are getting the boys ready for the next day.
The last reason is the most convincing. So I get up at the crack of whatever and get my workout in. It’s my cup of coffee. It’s my wakeup call. This morning’s was kind of rude, though. And hot.