Keep Moving Forward

By now, the New Year is a memory.  Resolutions are either in full swing or gathering a layer of proverbial dust.  While it’s often difficult to begin something, it can be just as challenging to continue, especially when things get tough or momentum dwindles.  This year, I started jogging.  It was born purely out of convenience. I could put on my sneakers and go.  The problem is, I desperately dislike running.  To me it is monotonous, tiresome and so easy to stop.  With health in mind, I needed to change my outlook and make this challenge more interesting. What if I didn’t stop? What if I just went with it?    On wind whipped days when my face is lacerated by the air near the river, I acknowledge how crappy it is and I keep moving forward.  When (after a low grade hill) my legs feel softer than our delicious candy, and I wish I felt stronger, I keep moving forward.  When the clouds above spit sleet into my eyes, I keep moving forward.  Maybe it’s not the running that I like, but the meditative hurdles it presents. Because, like all else in life, when the larger view seems almost impossible, there is something to be said for putting one foot in front of the other. And the other. And the other.  So let’s keep on going.  Let’s move forward.  We are meant for this. 

 

Keep going.

Keep going.