One Foot

This morning, I laid in bed too long before getting up and going for a run. It felt like from the moment I started, every single step was incredibly arduous. 

Getting dressed for the run.

Deciding where to go.

The tight stretches before hitting the trail.

Worrying over the pain in my left knee.

Failing to pay attention to my podcast.

Wallowing in the ways it felt hard.

Putting one foot in front of the other.

I didn't quite reach the distance that I had hoped, and I left the park defeated and in tears. I ranted to my sister and she was empathetic and encouraging, but it's taken most of the day to shake it. To let the suffering sufficiently humble me and to pull myself out of my self pity.

But, I know that I want to try again on Monday. 

One foot in front of the other.