The other afternoon, I went for a run. I didn’t feel so great going out. I’d gotten up twelve hours before, worked for ten hours, and was just tired. My belly felt poochy and my running clothes weren’t feeling cute or flattering. I had my ankle wrapped because I’d twisted it about ten days prior while playing soccer with a niece and three nephews, so while it wasn’t hurting, the wrap made it feel inflexible. I just felt bleh.
I planned to run three miles, and a half mile in, I just wasn’t feeling it. That didn’t mean I was planning to quit; it’s just that I was wondering if I’d be able to run all three miles. Then I passed by a couple of middle school girls who were walking together. They were sweet looking and cute, and about as big around as my little finger. They smiled and said hi, and I greeted them in return.
After I’d passed them, I heard one of them say to the other, “I wish I could run like that.”
That made me smile. But part of me wanted to turn around and say, “I bet you probably could.” I’m no superstar. I’m not fast, and I don’t really run that far. The only difference between that girl and me is that she wishes she could run. I just run. I wasn’t always good at it — and I’m still not great — but I started slow and finally after several years, I could call myself a runner.
What is it you wish you could do? What steps are you taking to actually do it?