As I was putting on my sneakers today I decided that I wanted to run/walk 6 miles, my furthest distance yet. The run (for future reference, I’m just going to call it a run, even though I did some walking) started out smoothly. I used my iPod for the first time this summer, and it was great! I was run-dancing and mouthing the words and smiling, having an overall great time on this run. After about 2 & 1/2 miles, I started noticing some signs of dehydration. I was getting goosebumps, I was dizzy, and I didn’t drink nearly as much water as I should have yesterday. So I did 3 & 3/4 miles and stopped. I then proceeded to drink too much water too quirky, resulting in brain freeze and a cramp. Needless to say, the morning didn’t start off too well. However, I was still proud of myself for waking up and doing something to make me a healthier person. It might have been a small step, but a step nonetheless. Despite this, I was still feeling a little disappointed in myself, so I sat down to write to you all about it. I got about three sentences in and realized that the day was not lost. I could still reach my goal for the day and get myself that much closer to my overall weight goal. So, I went out and did the same exact thing I had done this morning, this time with my dog instead of my iPod. By not giving up and refusing to let a little setback keep me from my goal, I surpassed it and ended up doing a total of 7 & 1/2 miles today. Even though I didn’t do it all at once, I still worked hard and put the miles behind me. So, instead of being proud for going so far today, I ended up being proud of myself for a.) knowing that my body was in need of fuel to be able to perform and b.) not giving up and following through on what I wanted to accomplish.