I had been thinking about it all weekend long. I knew that today would be the day I'd get to do it, and I couldn't wait. I excitedly talked about it all morning. I planned for it, prepared for it, and was eager for the time I could begin. After dropping my daughter off at school, I raced home to get started.
My eagerness soon turned to frustration. It seemed as though I was just going in circles, getting no where fast. Knowing I still had a long way before I could call it finished, I kept pushing myself forward....concentrating on the end result.
At one point, I hit the "wall". So, that's what it feels like?? I've heard about it many times, but haven't ever really had the experience before. All I could think was, "I just CAN'T go on any longer....I. Have. To. Stop. NOW." And, yet, there was an urge inside me that kept me moving toward my goal. Through the frustration, through the desire to quit, ever pressing onward.
I knew once it was over I could just RELAX, knowing I had given it my all, knowing that, at least for today, it would be finished. It seemed to go on forever, and the end loomed too far ahead for me to envision it. I plugged on, with the knowledge that as long as I kept moving, I would be finished soon enough.
Alas, after pushing past the desire to give up....my task is complete. My house is finally clean!!
Did you think I was talking about running??