the joy of discipline
Sometimes it’s not until the fourth mile that I remember why I’m out in the rain instead of my warm home. It’s when my feet finally find their pace. When my breathing becomes controlled. My mind all of a sudden clears and all that I can think of is my body getting stronger and my mental state becoming positive. Choosing to be disciplined. One of the hardest and most rewarding things I’ve done.
A joy inhaled and exhaled as my feet pound the pavement.