Since I usually write an advice column on Sunday, I’m going to advise you to get outside and find something to do to take advantage of this gorgeous Summer day. Before we know it, Autumn will be here, and we’ll be wondering what happened to Summer.
I got up early and did my morning run. This is week five of my running program, so I thought I’d push myself a little further today to see if my body could handle it.
The road I run on seems to go on forever, and I bet it leads all the way to Los Angeles. I always turn around, though, when I hit Pierce Road because that is two miles from The House on the Hill.
Today, I just kept running when I got to the two mile mark. The first thing I discovered was that the shoulder suddenly vanishes. The second thing I realized was that it was a steady downhill, which meant yet another hill on my return route.
I passed a scary looking house with a For Sale sign on the front lawn. My guess is that sign will be there for a very long time. The lack of a shoulder and the continued downward slope caused me to turn around after about two and a half minutes.
That new hill immediately made an impact, but I took it slow and steady as my legs ached and my lungs burned. Soon enough, I was back at my normal halfway point, but I was not moving at my usual speed.
By the time I caught the walker, I had less than a mile and a half left. My body had recovered from the extra distance and the unexpected incline, and it was back to business as usual.
I kept thinking to myself that the extra time out on the road was going to pay off when I did my weekly weigh in once I got home. Then I cranked the music a little louder, and focused on being back on my front porch.
When I got to the final hill of my run, I noticed that I didn’t have the usual kick that I’d had over my last few runs. To me, that was a good thing. My Deep Thought was that if I had enough left in the tank to charge up that hill, it meant I wasn’t expending enough energy out on the road.
I stumbled up the driveway and collapsed on my front lawn. I was exhausted and dripping sweat, but I felt amazing. A quick glance at my stopwatch told me I had spent an extra five minutes on my route, which meant I probably added a little less than half a mile.
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t like to take chances, I don’t like to try new things, and I never push myself to test my limits.
I could be capable of running a half marathon, but I’ll never know since the four mile run has become my comfort zone.
Obviously, this Deep Thought goes for everything in my life. I’ve always been a “better safe than sorry” kind of guy, and as a result, I live a lonely, unfulfilled life.
It was only an extra five minutes, but for this Modern Philosopher, it was a glimpse at the untapped potential beneath my toga. I’m glad I pushed myself a little further down that sweaty brick road.
I almost forgot to mention that the scale told me I’ve lost 9 lbs over the past five weeks!
What about you, Modern Philosophers? Do you think you’re tapping into your full potential? Do you ever push yourself to find out if you’re capable of more? If not, what’s holding you back?