the joy of discipline

by Betsy

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.