This morning was a bit of a victory. Just yesterday I posted that I usually ended up quitting running due to excuses. Well, last night, I could not get a wink of sleep for some reason. Well, probably around three or four hours of restless sleep, in the end, but I didn’t fall asleep until 3am. So, as you will imagine, I woke up rather tired. On top of that, as I look outside, I notice that it’s raining steadily with no sign of letting up any time soon. What a recipe for failing before I even start. So, I doubled down and told myself: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays—just go out and run. And run I did. You know, running in the rain isn’t as bad as it seems. Above all, though, it made me proud of having made that choice.