I didn't plan on running a half marathon last Sunday.
It wasn't scheduled.
It wasn't wise.
It definitely wasn't comfortable.
But f*ck it — growth isn't comfortable.
Here's how my run went down:
1/ Stepped outside thinking I'd run 15km. Solid goal.
2/ Hit 15km. Legs burning, but saw the path ahead: clear and open.
3/ Said "just one more kilometer," did 16km. Then 17km — new personal record. Felt invincible.
4/ Reached 18km, started thinking: "If I get this far, might as well hit 20."
5/ At 20km, stared myself down. You seriously gonna stop NOW? Hell no. I'm running a half-marathon distance.
21.1 km. Complete. No medals. No crowd.
Just me, sweat, pavement, and ambition.
Updated my LinkedIn headline about 5 min ago:
↳ FROM: "Aspiring Half-Marathon runner"
↳ TO: "Aspiring Marathon runner"
Why the hell am I posting about running on LinkedIn?
Because without a personal goal, burnout wins.
A marathon pulls you out of the daily grind.
It gives your brain an exit.
You can’t fake it.
You gotta earn every mile.
Shoes on. Out the door. No excuses.
Go pick your next target and crush it — TODAY.
Keep pushing.