I jogged this morning for the first time in several days. A combination of very cold weather and a mysterious twisted ankle offered me ample excuses. The truth is I’ve lost my motivation. I guess this is typical of new runners – go strong for a few weeks and then just move on with your life. I think, “At least I’m not gaining weight.”

I don’t want to give up.

I don’t want to be a failure at running.

Over the last several years I’ve started running about twice a year. Usually I hang in for about a month, drop ten pounds and then forget why I’m running.

Thinking over these running failures, I see a few common elements. Some people can run every other day – not me. I’m like a couch-a-holic, one slip and I’m full blown addicted to inactivity. So, every day I have to run (or walk), even if it’s only a mile, even if it’s nasty weather.

Hitting the streets today is the only goal that works. This morning I met my goal.