Three weeks ago I hit the wall. It was a big, brick wall lined with Swedish fish and Tootsie rolls. I didn't want to run. I didn't want to swim. I certainly didn't want to get up at 4:30 AM and get my butt kicked by my personal trainer. All I wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch TV.
I knew the race was coming sooner than I would have liked. I knew that even a half marathon was like an exam that needed to be prepared for, not crammed for like so many of my college exams. I knew these things and yet I still phoned in my workouts and came up with many excuses to not lace up my shoes and hit the running trail.
And just when I thought my training plan had derailed for good I saw the email. It was their flight information. She and her husband are coming out to Vegas to help celebrate. No one wants to be there for the race; hell even I am a little skeptical and I'm going to be on the start line. But when I told my friends about the race she booked a flight and hotel room.
I don't doubt that I will face a crisis in motivation again within the next 7 weeks, but this time I laced up my shoes and ran 8.5 miles.
Thanks friend!!!
