One day last week, I planned to run fairly early the next morning, and I set my alarm when I went to bed.
But a loud thunderstorm and hard rain woke me up that night, and I couldn’t get back to sleep for several hours.
When I finally did fall asleep again, it seemed like only a matter of minutes until my alarm went off, telling me it was time to get up and run.
I really didn’t feel like running. Not only was I tired from lack of sleep, but all the rain meant the trail would be muddy. On top of that, it was a dreary sort of morning, a far cry from the kind that inspires you to jump out of bed and get outside.
There was every reason for me not to run, and in situations like this, “later” offers an easy way out that I usually take. Sometimes later actually happens; often it doesn’t.
But on this particular morning, to hit snooze and skip the run didn’t even cross my mind. It wasn’t an option.
Despite feeling terrible, I dutifully got out of bed, put my shoes and shorts on, and ran.
Why was it so simple this time? Why not the back-and-forth conversation in my head that ultimately ends in procrastination? Where did this warrior-like discipline come from?