Had a great jog today for my first attempt at three miles. Walked more than I wanted to, but I came in just over my time budget so it worked out alright. I'll push harder next time I do a three-miler and see if I can beat my 35 minute target.
In the last half of the first mile though I had another "runner's high epiphany." I found new motivation for my running, and in general for my self improvement. What I gain from doing these things—knowledge from pushing myself to learn, loss of weight, gaining strength in my muscles, gaining confidence in myself—no one can take those things away from me.
I constantly lose motivation for things in life because it seems like—to the people who matter—the efforts I make are never good enough. They are always a "good start" but never quite "there yet." Those kinds of comments take away any motivation to try harder. Why bother if they are just going to keep telling me it isn't enough?
However, they can't take away the feelings of pride I have when I run another mile. They can't take away the drive I feel to "just keep pushing harder around the next bend...and the next one...and the next one." This time I feel that drive from my heart, from inside. I'm doing this for me, not them, and no matter how hard they try, they can't take that from me.
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