How Disappointing...

Remember when Hugh Laurie was British? (source)

I've had a series of disappointments lately. One after the other. Now, to be fair, none of these disappointments are life threatening, and I am fully aware things can always be worse.

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But, these disappointments had a very negative effect on me. A normal person, someone a little less positive than me, might have just given up.

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I have to admit, the idea of getting in bed and hiding under the covers did cross my mind.

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Yesterday, I went to the gym for my lunchtime run. I decided to try to run at least a little on the treadmill. I ran 1 mile in 10:30 (I'm so slow on the treadmill). I was proud of myself for doing a whole mile. Without music.

Then I moved over to the track. Despite some really, really RUDE people (who apparently don't know what "Runners Only Outside Lane" means), I ran 2 miles in 19:24.

However, from about .25 mile, I considered quitting.

I was in the "Oh well, this isn't working, I quit" kind of mood.

But I had a moment. After all, it was nice and quiet without any music, so I had lots of time to think.

I realized I *can't* quit. I have to keep going. If it was easy to run, it wouldn't be worth anything. But it's the challenge- the disappointment- that makes the victories worth it.

Yo, Adrian! (source)

And so, I persevere. Besides, I think there's a law somewhere, that when you have so many disappointments in a row, you're automatically guaranteed something super awesome is coming soon... (I made that up. Shut up).