Loser

I called myself a wusie, loser and pathetic. But I know I did fairly well. This afternoon I was informed by my daughter that tonight's soccer practice was going to be held at the high school. Now how am I going to get in my 5 miles there? That soccer field is tiny and rough. I'd have to run around it at least 30 times!! I would not like that.
So I decided to run up to the main track and see if it was being used. Luckily for me it was deserted. I ran the first 10 laps, lap 8 had me dancing, and thought to myself...

another 10, DO ANOTHER 10 LAPS! Heck, I don't want to do that. But you've only gone half way. Go another 10!!

So I did. But on the 15th lap, I was feeling sick. I wondered if I would throw up when I finally stopped. My next step had me wondering if I would soon fall down...so I stopped. That was it...at least for today. I walked the next half lap until I got to the water fountains. I drank a ton. I splashed it all over my face and shirt. I took a deep breath and started running again. The last lap...the 20th lap, I ran faster than I had on the first one. I pushed myself. I yelled at myself. I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care what anyone would think. This is what I needed to do.
WUSIE!! LOSER!! C'MON KATHY, MOVE YOUR ASS!!!

I had run through my entire playlist and started on another, by the time I got back to the lower field where the girls were playing a practice scrimmage against the boys. Looks like the girls were kicking some butt! Katie was in the goal box- of course. Man, she's good.