I tell myself I don’t have time. I wake up late. I doomscroll. I push my workouts to “later,” knowing full well later never comes.
But then I remember the time I ran between college classes and campus clubs, eating lunch on the go because I wanted to be everywhere. I remember the sleepless nights I spent learning design, not because anyone asked me to, but because I wanted to.
I had no time then either. But I made it.
Last week, I promised myself I’d run. Just a little. Maybe 2K. A distance that still feels like a struggle. Instead, I scrolled, I procrastinated, I made excuses. Then, as guilt gnawed at me, I put on my shoes and stepped outside. No grand motivation. Just a decision.
The first few minutes were awful. My legs felt like lead. My breath was uneven. I wanted to stop before I even got going. But I kept moving. Maybe not fast, maybe not far, but enough.
I still can’t run a 5K. But I won’t get there by waiting for time to magically appear.
No one will hand you free hours wrapped in a bow. If something is important, carve out the time. No one else will do it for you.
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