I went to the gym today. It had been a few weeks since I'd been there. This happens. I go regularly, and then I stop, and then I go regularly and, well, you see where this is going. (Sometimes to the gym and sometimes not to the gym. That is where this is going. But you probably figured that out.)
Today, I decided to walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes. I will ease back into more exercises and more strenuous activity. So, I started walking on the treadmill. Then, I got bored. I was quite bored. Around the ten minute mark, I felt like I couldn't walk for 30 minutes; the boredom was too much. My resistance is not usually that strong. It must have been working out when I wasn't. It was clearly of the opinion that we should get off the treadmill and give up.
I kept going through the ten minute mark though and set my sights on 16 minutes. For some reason, if I can get to 16 minutes, the time seems to go quicker after that. Perhaps it's a matter of getting past the half way point. Whatever happens at 16 minutes, I like that point in time.
I guess sometimes we have to keep going and work through barriers in life when we'd rather give up. The world wouldn't end if I got off the treadmill after ten minutes. But giving up is too easy. We don't reach our goals when we give up along the way. And there are goals much more exciting to pursue than walking on a treadmill for 30 minutes. There are so many things we can accomplish. And it's worth pushing through so that we can accomplish them.