slow progress is the only real progress

I’m sitting in Tupelo River waiting for my cappuccino.

Trying to get my plan together. There never seems to be enough time.

I worked out this morning. Squats, Presses, Weighted Chins. Man, I love that workout!

But now’s the time to contemplate the St. Jude Half Marathon. It will take me several months to train. Because…one, I’m a horrible runner. And two, I hate running.

But I’m trying to find some inspiration from a friend of mine. He didn’t start running until he was in his 40s. Last year, he came in 2nd place in his age group. Now that’s impressive.

You see, I don’t care how good you are naturally at something. I only care how bad you want to be better. That’s what’s inspiring to me!!

You feel me?

I want to see how hard you have to work to get where you want to be.

If I want to run longer than a mile without dying, I have to put in a lot of time. A lot of slow runs mixed in with long walks. Slow progress is the only real progress.

If you’re struggling with addiction, do the work. If you’re struggling with diabetes, do the work. If you’re fighting cancer, do the work.

There are things you can control in this world and things you can’t. Never let your current circumstances make you feel helpless.

That’s why I’m sitting in this coffee house and writing.

I’m just trying to string together a few sentences.

Maybe they’ll make sense. Maybe one day they’ll come together and make something inspiring.

I’m a horrible writer, but I’m willing to put in the work just to see what might happen.

I’m not good at running and I’m not very strong. But I do the damn thing. Because you never know.

Today’s sweat is tomorrow’s steel.