I’d been on the treadmill for 17 minutes when I got the itch. You know the one I’m talking about: The one that says “You can stop. It’s easy, just hit that stop button. It’s looking right at you…”
I struggle mentally with running. It’s not so much about catching my breath as it is to shut up that little voice. “You can stop” it keeps saying, second by second, at each excruciatingly slow .1 mile. “You can stop.” And sure, I can, but who am I kidding; I’m only cheating myself.
Whenever you stop the treadmill before you reach your distance or time.
When you cheat yourself out of that extra helping of vegetables.
When you ditch work or school early.
If you eat your kid’s leftovers standing over the sink.
Whenever you say you’re going to an event and then cancel to stay in.
Those art galleries you say you will someday visit.
That business owner meetup you sign up for but never attend.
The extra tablespoon of sugar you sneaked into your coffee.
The to-do list that somehow gets lost.
That resume you never sent, that time you didn’t speak up in a meeting, hitting that snooze button in the mornings…
Whatever you tell yourself to get out of doing all the stuff you don’t feel like doing. You’re only cheating yourself.
We all have goals, things we aspire to, a life we dream of living, but what does it really take to get there? It takes work, it takes grit when you’re ready to succumb to what’s comfortable, to the least minimum effort.
When you think you’re entitled to an “off day”, just say to yourself: Can you really take a break from yourself? You do, after all, carry yourself with you wherever you go. Even to veg out in front of the tv.
Don’t cheat yourself out of a life well-lived, the one you know you deserve. Don’t cheat yourself out of your potential, out of everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Put in the work and one day you’ll wake up and realize that you’re already there.