I went jogging this morning. Well, perhaps 'went' is too strong a word. Rather, I attempted to go jogging this morning, but two minutes in I quickly remembered why I have not jogged during these past 22 years, and my grand plan for exercise quickly turned into a 20-minute walk-run. Still, I'll probably do the same tomorrow, and I'm hoping that eventually the running will outweigh the walking, and a goal will have been achieved.
When I was younger, I think I had a terrible fear of failure. In fact, I probably had it until very recently. I am not known to be a risk-taker, and I am very much a perfectionist. I prefer not to do things half-heartedly, an attitude which has probably led to me attempting far less than I should have.
I do think that's changed though. As I went through the neighborhood this morning, I did realize that I was finally forcing myself to do something I have always considered myself particularly bad at. Indeed, while I've not yet run a marathon (or even done it two days in a row), I do think it counts for something. There's no telling what we might achieve if we were more generous with our notions of progress.
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