We have been watching the trilogy "The Lord of the Rings" over the past 3 days. While I was running today all my weaknesses started to loom larger than my strength. I only ran a mile, but it was on the treadmill and I am so sore (because of my sudden resurgence into the moving world) and if I listen to my breathing it stresses me out, because I think I'm really working harder than I should and I am going to faint. (That's why I listen to loud music so that I can't hear myself breathe.)
Despite all these negative thoughts, it was Gimli, the proud dwarf, that came to my rescue. As I was running for 13.49 minutes (how long it took me to do a mile) I could see Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn running 3 days without sleep to rescue Merry and Pippin who had been taken by the Urikai (sp? -- evil breed of orc). I saw Gimli, severly disadvantaged by his girth, heavy armor and stouter legs fall behind. But the thought that kept me going was ... HE NEVER GAVE UP! If he can run 3 days non-stop, w/o food or sleep - I can run 13.49 minutes - 1 mile, at a slow steady pace, my MP3 player pounding away, with the promise of a glass of water afterward.
Literature comes to the rescue again. I love good examples.
2e
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