Yesterday, I made the mistake of running uphill in the parking lot. Because I did not realize it was slanted. I pushed my way through even though I verbally told my running partner I was going to die. She reassured me I was not dying and after the run I actually did not literally die, but I felt like I metaphorically died in every sense of the word. My next run is Saturday morning at eight in the morning. Tonight I do my two hours of dancing because I am a glutton for punishment.
In hindsight though, this will all be worth it down the road. If I keep at it and and I do not give up I will then reap the rewards of my efforts. I just have to stay focused and positive…right?