Four minutes makes a difference

There were four minutes to go to meet my goal of jogging/walking 45 minutes for five days this week when I got to my driveway. Four minutes.

I could stop. It was dark. I needed to make dinner before Blake had practice at 8:30. There are uniforms to wash and chores to do and a story to write.  I went 41 minutes. Wasn't that close enough.

No one would know if I didn’t go that four minutes.

Except me.

I could have said – close enough. But I didn’t because the only person I would be cheating would be me.  

“A person's true character is revealed by what he does when no one is watching," is a quote my husband says quite often.

So I walked four minutes past my driveway and sprinted back – taking two minutes to return.

Every day I go out, I feel stronger and I am walking less and jogging/running more.

What I love about jogging/walking is the time I get to clear the cobwebs from my brain and think. It’s a chance to catch my breath, clean the slate of the day’s stress and feel at peace.

Today I am thankful:

·        The sun is staying up later.

·        It is not raining.

·        I have a family who loves me unconditionally even when I am a pill and I love unconditionally even when they make my hair turn gray.

·        I have a warm bed, a car that works, a job, a good book to read and a roof over my head.

·        For a million little things. My life is far from perfect but it’s good.

And sometimes good is good enough.