I'm pretty sure by the end of this post, you will be thoroughly sick of the word choose in all its forms. But bear with me. This is something I have thought about a lot, and I think it might have some meaning to at least one other person out there.
I've been thinking about how the choices we make can often affect our lives in big ways or lots of small ways.
I chose to have two children. I constantly choose to put them first. But I also choose to set a good example for them.
I choose to spend their school time running. I am fortunate that I don't have to work outside the home, which allows me to budget the time they are in school how I choose.
I choose to wake up early most Saturday mornings to run. I could sleep in. I choose not to.
I choose to make healthy eating choices. I also choose to eat a cupcake every week. These choices make me happy.
As I have made the choices that have led to me becoming a better runner, I have found the quote above to be so true. I didn't start out the runner I am today. I started out dreading every step but willing myself to keep moving forward. My abilities have grown and expanded because of my choices.
So the next time you have to make a choice about whether or not to set your alarm for a crazy early time or you hear a not-so-pleasant weather report or you skip dessert because your stomach won't be as cooperative on your next run, think about this:
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