For years, I always walked decent distances in the mornings, using the time to process things, organize my day, and just be outside. Then one day, I started running—true Gump style—and it kind of stuck.
I'm not a runner by nature, nor do I intend to become one. But I understand its benefits, and I also know that one day, I might not be able to run. So, I do.
This morning, I ran in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone. I wondered why I was even out there.
In my miles of sloshing, I realized two things:
1. No one else was on the trail. It was 100% mine. I always pass people regularly, often the same faces each day. Not today. It was raining but my path was clear.
2. If I'm not willing to do something when conditions aren't optimal, how can I expect to be good at that something when they are?
There are no perfect conditions for anything, really. Sometimes, "bad" conditions present the best opportunities for action.
What are you putting off because of the weather?
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