Winston and I are running in the mornings.
We run a path through the park near our home. Certain sections of this park are out in the open while others run through some pretty dense woods.
I don’t know what it is, but these big, nasty, black flies hover in the trail about eighteen inches above the ground and they love me. Either I smell really good and attract them or I stink to high heaven and attract them. They love to swarm my head especially, try to land on me and then bite me. Man, do they hurt. For some odd reason, they leave Winston alone for the most part.
As I was running and swatting, I was thinking how much easier the run would be without them. I’d love to just be able to focus on my posture, breathing and stride. The flies mess all of that up.
As if running weren’t hard enough, the flies are added to the mix.
I’ve learned that anytime I am trying to grow, it is going to be incredibly difficult. Just getting started takes incredible effort. Then the obstacles I know about are sitting waiting for their opportunity to pounce. On top of it all, there are things I never even considered would be added to the mix that will seek to bring discouragement.
Everything will fight your growth.
Joel Stiff's Adventure 