I crossed the Rubicon six months ago. It seemed like a normal evening, but it would turn out very different. A friend spoke a simple challenge, “Anyone want to run the Army Ten-Miler with me?””Sure, with 6 months to train, it will be a snap,” I said with little thought to the 20 years that have passed since my last physical training test.  And with that I heard the waters of the Rubicon splashing behind me.Fast forward… with a couple hundred training miles logged… I was on the starting line on a glorious fall day at the Pentagon with 35,000 other friends.


The gun sounded and I was off!
I was running pretty well… until mile 9. Then, my legs hit the wall… “Legs don’t fail me now!” My calves were screaming and felt like lead.

“Should I walk?” It would be so easy. There would be no shame. I had these beautiful daydreams of walking for a while. And there were many well respected people already walking at this point.

Of course there were a lot of people running too, but they were surely the scoundrels. The battle was on… “walk”… no… “run”,  I persevered and kept running.  I saw a soldier with prosthetics being half carried by two friends. He did not quit either.

I finished in 1:36. That is not so fast as my kids were careful to point out; their teacher ran it in 1:12.

Though I didn’t win the race I finished. I overcame adversity and pressed on. I won the battle to not quit.
If you can overcome your own desire to quit, the external battles you face today will never beat you.
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