Somehow I ran a mile in under 10 minutes. That felt pretty good. Not the running part, but that feeling when I finally beat that goal. Now I know that I can. I’ve always had a hard time making progress without someone else pushing me, and I’ve never been okay with that. If I can succeed with someone else pushing me, I should be able to do the same with me pushing me. Because why would I do for someone else what I wouldn’t do for me?
I want to be faster. And so I will be.