Not a sound from the Pavement

I've put off writing this entry as long as I could. Today was 35 minutes at a fairly easy pace, but I wanted to start doing some interval training. As I listened to very monotonous music, with a decent techno beat - I had an overwhelming urge to give up...to quit right then and there. Not sure where it came from, or why that feeling came...but it did.

This is the beginning of week 4 of my marathon training...and I've been feeling very alone. I get up in the morning, and head out of the door with only myself and David (the little yellow guy that runs on my iTreadmill app). But he doesn't provide much comfort because he goes and goes and never breaks a sweat.

I guess the important thing is that in spite of how I felt - I didn't quit. I persevered through my 35 minutes even though I really didn't want to. I've had 3 really good weeks of achievements and personal bests. Mountain tops without the valleys tend to lose their majesty and grandeur. However, what made this valley different that others I've ventured through...is that I kept going. Only having enough light to stand on, there wasn't a chance to admire the beauty down below - but that's ok. Next time, I'll be sure to pack a bigger flash light.

There are 3 months until September. Sometimes, while I'm laying in bed at night - I have my doubts about this whole deal. I wonder if I'll actually make it to the finish line. I asked my best friend if she thought I could do it, and without hesitation or batting an eyelid she said, "absolutely". Today...I don't have that kind of faith in me. Maybe tomorrow.

No doubt that I'll have a few more days where I simply don't wanna...but for now, I'll keep putting one foot infront of the other. The mercies of the Lord are new each and EVERY morning.