Last week was a bust for exercising. 2 measly miles. And very slow ones at that. Sometimes its just so hard to get the motivation. As the saying goes, the hardest step is the one out the door.
I’ve been thinking for a while about having my own mantra to help keep me motivated. Many runners have them, and it helps keep them going when the going gets tough.
I’ve been trying a few out, but none of them were really me. I did like “suck it up, princess” quite a bit, but I wanted something more.
And this morning, on my first real run in 8 days, it came to me. And I have my ancestors to thank for it.
My father is from Scotland, and I am very proud of that heritage. I’m actually descended from James Hogg, one of Scotland’s most famous poets. We are part of Clan Anderson, complete with our own crest and motto.