For the last 10 years, I've toyed with the idea of consistently waking up in the mornings to go running. The problem is that my desire wains after a few tries. I also am intrigued with the idea of cycling. A guy at my church lent me his old bike, and I've been out riding some. But I was intimidated by the thoughts of really getting out there and doing it.
Then Cyrus asked me last week if I'd go riding with him on Labor Day. I agreed and met up with him prepared to make a fool out of myself. Low and behold, we went 10 miles which seemed like a major victory to me. It was an amazing rush. Now I've been thinking of it all week and can't wait to get out there again. It's too dark to ride at 6:00 AM so I went out running this week and actually enjoyed myself so much that I look forward to getting up every morning. I simply love running with nothing but my thoughts and praise music blaring in my iPod. Great way to start the day.
I may never be a great athlete, but dang it, I'm sure going to try.