A little thumbs up goes a long way.

Every Sunday I go running with a friend.

She is registered for a marathon in Cape Cod in the end of October; it will be her first one.

I’ve been training with her, although I’m not registered for the marathon because I don’t know if I can swing it financially.

So today, according to the training plan, I was supposed to run twelve miles.

My friend was on Long Island this weekend, so she wasn’t around, and I’d have to run on my own.

I had a root canal yesterday.

My mouth hurts.

We also hosted Number 3’s end-of-the-season travel baseball party at our house, yesterday.

I drank six Blue Moons.

Yes.

Six.

Between the root canal, no running buddy, and some overindulgence yesterday, I woke up ready to blow off the run.

I mean, I had good reason.

But I thought about that marathon.

If I can manage to scrape enough money together to enter it, I don’t want to look back with regrets.

I shouldn’t have skipped that twelve miler in August.

So it took me a little while to get motivated, but I finally dragged myself out the door.

I felt like shit.

Before I made it to mile two, a couple of guys in a broken down car waved me down to ask for directions.

There is nothing more annoying than having to stop running when you have just gotten yourself going.

But the hood of their car was open and they looked to be in worse shape than I was.

“Ummm…. where are we?” they asked me.

One of the guys was trying to text a friend to come get them.

I had to give them their location three times before they could repeat it back to me.

I left them sitting in their car and tried to get back on track.

The first five miles were awful.

After each mile I thought, I’ll just turn around and go home now. At least I got out the door.

But then I pictured crossing that finish line of the marathon, should I manage to enter it.

No regrets.

So I kept going.

Around mile six I started to feel good.

Maybe I was just numb at that point.

Either way, I wasn’t in total agony.

I felt like I might actually make it to twelve miles.

I kept going.

At about mile eight, I saw a cardinal.

A sign.

The next two miles were all uphill and they totally sucked.

Like I-thought-I-was-going-to-puke-or-shit-myself  sucked.

And right when I thought I might have to knock on someone’s door and ask them to call an ambulance for me,

someone drove by.

I have no idea who it was.

But he or she honked.

And  he or she stuck his or her hand out the window and gave me the thumbs up.

Whoever you are, thank you.

You got me through the rest of that run.

It was just what I needed.

I finished twelve miles.

In fact, at the end of  of the twelfth mile, I looped back around to the place where I started.

And those two dudes were still sitting there in their car.

They looked at me and raised their eyebrows.

And then they gave me the thumbs up.

I came back home, got some coffee, and sat out in my yard in the shade.

I fucking did it.

I didn’t think I could.

That’s the stuff I draw from when I’m going through a tough time.

Whether it’s something physical or something emotional.

I can do it.

I may need  to see a sign or get a thumbs up along the way to help me, but I can totally do anything.

No matter how uncomfortable it is.

So can you.

You know I’m going to mention my e-course now.

It starts tomorrow.

And that run right there is what my course is about.

It’s about helping you discover just how strong you are, especially when life totally sucks.

Whether it’s a run, or a financial crisis, or a yoga class or whatever…

You have the tools inside of you.

You just might need a little help,

a sign,

a thumbs up,

to help you really put them to good use.

My next e-course starts tomorrow…DON’T WAIT ANY LONGER TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!!

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