Sink your teeth in & run...

I did not want to go to Boot Camp today! I had a cavity filled this morning, blahblahblah; I was in pain (I really wasn't after I took an Ibuprofin) blahblahblah; while I wasn't feeling 100%, I wasn't feeling bad enough not to go to class. When I got my Coach's post to bring only weights, well, that could only mean ONE thing, we were going to run...A LOT! So again, the feeling of "how can I get out of this?" crept in. Running could cause my teeth to rattle, what if the cavity filling fell out? What if my knee started to hurt? What if, what if, what if? There were so many excuses looming in my mind, surely one of those would excuse me. But, alas, I went to class, knowing full well that I was feeling perfectly fine, and if I did find some excuse to not go, I would have felt so bad about myself. I would have let ME down! Isn't that the whole point of getting fit, working out, eating semi-healthy, to focus and maybe be a little selfish for myself? I am sure I am not the only camper who maybe felt the same way. So we ran, then we ran some more, then we ran even more. In total, we ran about 3 miles. Really? I was crying about that?? And I feel great! The adage, "winners never quit, and quitters never win", kicked in. I am not a quitter, especially on myself. Talk soon...