The fact that I had never before considered doing such a thing only encouraged me more. It would be something different, something daring. I even went so far as to interrupt my lovely walks with spurts of jogging to prepare my body for five straight kilometers of running.
I still think I would have gone through with my plan if it weren't for one thing: the 5K was scheduled to start at 8:00 a.m. On a Saturday morning. All week, my resolve has been weakening. There's a reason I don't work out in the mornings—my chance of success is about .027 percent. Even lower than that on a Saturday morning, when I hoard those precious extra hours of sleep like nobody's business.
Last night I didn't even set my alarm. I knew I wouldn't get out of bed.
I could berate myself for squandering a unique opportunity, but I'm not going to do that today. It's great to always be willing to try new things, but you have to accept that you won't always meet your lofty goals. You'll fall short from time to time. It's just part of being human.
I did, however, still walk a 5K this afternoon in the gorgeous autumn sunshine. That's gotta be one of the best ways to enjoy the most beautiful weather of the year.
Maybe I'll try football instead of a 5K. That would be equally shocking. See more on bold living here.