November 27th 2015

Today I went for a run. For the first time in ages. I went to bed last night telling myself I was going to do it this morning, and when I woke up I hadn’t changed my mind. So I got dressed, left the house and ran for two and a half miles, then turned around and ran back. 

I mean, I stopped a lot. I didn’t run all the way. The first 2.5 miles I ran without stops, and then the return leg was littered with stops. But when I say stop, I didn’t physically sit down, or stand still. I walked for a break. 

What’s weird is that I don’t know why I needed to stop. It wasn’t that I was out of breath, or my legs were tired, it was all in my head. I was telling myself I needed to stop, so I did. When I got home I wasn’t that puffed out, which makes me think my body could’ve done more but my mind didn’t want to. 

And that holds me back a lot, my mind. The only thing that was making me stop was my mind. The only thing stopping me from sitting down and writing 3,000 words a day is my mind, I’m physically able and capable to do it, but I’m stopping myself. 

The only thing stopping me, is me. 

And once I sort out this mental block that’s when my life comes together. I’ll run without stopping and I’ll write without thinking and kid, we’ll move mountains.  

Until tomorrow, your mountain is waiting so get on your way. 



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