Just one day off...

 Just one day off. It won’t hurt. Just one day. Just one day. Just one day. You know that exercise is needed to maintain your health. You wish to uphold the daily habit. But some days you are tired, others you are lazy, and sometimes you just feel fed up.

Your frustration with the activity upsets you, and you wish that you didn’t have to do the activity. One day, you read online about a local 5k race, and realize that you have forgotten to go on your daily run for the past three days. Just forgot. You had forgotten the reason you had made a commitment to daily running. Now that judgement day has arrived, you wish you had kept up your regular running over the past month, so that it may come in handy on race day.

You regret your decision to not keep yourself disciplined, and wonder where you could have been if you had kept up your habit. You also remember the pain you endured, and how you had succumbed to the tender and ignoble desire to ease your way out of the pain. The devil had kept your goal in the back of your mind, submerged beneath the surface of your brain, smothering your long-term goal that demanded sacrifice and the endurement of an ordeal.

You had turned a blind eye to the devil’s actions, and not paid attention to them, until now. When you write about it, and wish to have upheld your promise. But now you are an old man, and nearing the end of your life. You cannot settle for the same lofty goal you had once aspired towards.

If this story had a moral, I suppose it would be to continually reflect upon yourself, set goals wisely, and follow them diligently.