Like T had a week ago, I was faced with a dilema yesterday. I had slept on the crew room couch yesterday and ended up having a very long day. I was also faced with the prospect of running in New Orleans. We don't stay in a safe neighborhood there (not that it's a safe place anyway) and on top of that, I hadn't eaten well all day, so I really, quite frankly, didn't want to even hit the treadmill.
It might have only been 2 miles, and I face the prospect of running again tonight in DC.
But I did it.
Last year, so easy to put off. So easy to just say "pack it in for tonight, Brandon". Not last night.
Does this show progress? Yes. Am I proud? Yes. Do I still have work to do? Absolutely. Back on the horse.