Yesterday I ran in a fairly solid drizzle - or perhaps a light mist. I couldn't see the other side of the valley, or the towers of the buildings in the Grahamstown valley. It occurred to me that that I have run in all sorts of weather, but not mist before. And it struck me that the old disciplines of training are coming back quite easily in spite of a break from road running of years. And as I ran up the long hill that makes up half of my run I thought about how I can force myself to run through the pain because I know what is on the other side (fitness!) And then I wondered why I can't apply the same discipline to other parts of my life.
I know that I have areas of weakness. I am trying to strengthen them, but it is an ongoing struggle and I give up again and again.