November is here and again, I decided to give myself another 30 day challenge. This month I will swim in the pool at least 15 times. There, I said it, time to keep my word...and I'm a woman of my word. Now we're into day 6 of the month and I honestly haven't gone swimming yet. More reason I had to go public with this challenge, ha! I did however start running again and even this morning ran 4 miles with my dog. I signed him up for a 5k in January and we may run a 10k this month. It was the first time both of us ran in months, but we did great and I actually enjoyed it. See, ever since my half marathon in August, I lost my love for running. I'm not sure if it was from getting injured again or just mentally, I honestly didn't like running about a month before the race. And afterwards, just going to track practice for an hour was just blah and frustrating for me. I decided to take a break and just start working out to exercise rather than "train for an event"....when I was ready. Well, November 1st came and I was ready. Ready to start exercising again doing whatever, just exercise! And that's where INVICTUS comes into play.
If I'm ever asked to describe myself in one word, I always say, "Invictus". It's a poem by William Ernest Henley. I know it by heart and can totally relate to it. It's time for me to be master of my fate and make some changes, take action. I don't know if it's the fact I've been on a 3 month break from seriously exercising
Maybe it's the extra hour of sleep I got last night from Daylight's savings time, but I just fell rejuvenated and full of life again. And on that note, I end with the poem Invictus by William Ernst Henley:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
If it's important to you, you will find a way. If not, you will find an excuse.
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