I conquered a battle today. A battle against myself.
I ran 7 miles on a treadmill.
This is a big deal. Not because of the mileage. I can do 7, no problem. But I hate treadmill running. I get bored and let my body trick my mind into believing I'm too tired, too sore, going too fast.
But not today. Today I won. And I beasted those 7 miles.
P.S. The reason I picked the treadmill over outside today is because it's 40 degrees and raining. Pretty great reason, if you ask me.