This morning I woke up at 7:00 am. Laid in my comfy warm bed and looked outside to the rainy cold morning. Today was supposed to be my long run. But as I laid there, my mind was coming up with one excuse after another not to go out and run. It was easier to reach over and grab my iPhone then to get up and put on my running shoes. I got on Instagram and checked out all the great pictures my followers are sharing. After about 30 minutes I managed to get on Facebook and get caught up with all the happenings within my circle of friends. By 8:30 am, I had already convinced myself that it’s too cold outside and that it’s much more fun to just lay there and continue getting sucked deeper into the social networking web.

Deep down, a voice kept nudging me to get up and at least get out the door. I finally listened to that voice and started visualizing the potential loop I can take for my long run. I started getting excited about the opportunity to explore a new loop and the awesome feeling of beating the demons in my head. I finally put the iPhone down and jumped off the bed at 9:00 am. Feeling energized that I at least managed to get out of that comfy environment. I put on my cold running gear and stepped out the door.


Picture by Runopia: Basking Ridge, NJ

Knowing how lazy I was feeling, I decided to run a new route, but this time go out half way and run back. This was my way of forcing myself to complete my long run. I started slowly, making sure I give my body time to warm up before getting into the pace I wanted to run. I started feeling energized and very motivated knowing that I just defeated my doubts and now are out there logging in another long run. Half way through the run, I was feeling fantastic. I turned around at the halfway point feeling great and gradually picking up pace. I made it back home running my longest run in over 16 years. Just like that, a lazy morning turned into a great one.

Too often we let our doubts get the best of us. Too often we choose the easy path. Too often we choose comfort over progress. And too often we live unfulfilled lives wishing we can get the time back so that we might make the best of it. For those times that we find a way to overcome and simply start, it truly is a miracle. The miracle is not that I ran my longest run in over 16 years. The miracle is that I found the strength to get out of bed and simply start running.

What’s your miracle? We would love to hear your story of how you find the strength to overcome and simply start.