Running, oh how I hate to run. The constant pounding, the repetitiveness of it, even with music it’s boring. But I keep running because the desire to complete the goal is stronger than the hate of it.
I went running last night. I’ve actually been running consistently for the past 4 weeks. I haven’t done that since my diagnosis two years ago. Sure, I’ve ran some but not consistently. It’s hard to consistently do something when that something isn’t your passion. Running is not my passion, not in the least. Accomplishing something, now that’s my passion. I run so I can say I completed a 5k, a 10k, a marathon. That’s why when running and my legs start burning I keep running. After my diagnosis I tried to keep running, keep active but I definitely slowed down. I ended up gaining 45lbs and became very inactive. Two years have come and gone and now that passion to complete goals is flickering again. I’ve lost 15 of those 45lbs and will lose the other 30 by my next race in October. I will do this not because I’m a great runner or love it but because the passion for one thing overrides my disdain for another.
What kind of goals do you have for yourself? Do you want to get a degree or certification but hate tests? Do you want to learn how to cook but hate having to say “I don’t know how to?” What goal have you not accomplished due to the means of completing it? Think on those things you want to accomplish, meditate on them long and hard, focus on them so that the passion to accomplish them overrides any obstacle you occur along the way to that goal. Learn to run for the passion of the finish line.