I was reminded of this again yesterday. My plan was a 6 mile run. I woke up to it dumping snow. I didn't think it would be a good idea to run in it. I was so disappointed. My plan had been to run 6 miles. Snow was not in the plan. Although I should admit, I knew it was going to snow, I just didn't think it would mess up my plan. I sulked for a little while, then I decided to head down to the "fitness center". I'm not sure how they can get away with calling it that. I would call it "place where we put really old stuff people used to use to exercise". I tried to run on the treadmill, but it was a mess. I couldn't get the speed right and it was really uncomfortable. Part of this could have been that I was just upset I wasn't outside running. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. But that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
I came back home, sulking. I watched the game and figured it was just going to be a waste of a day. I was cranky and angry. The game ended and the snow stopped. I decided the snow was not going to beat me. I put on my shoes (and hat and gloves) and went for a run in the snow.
This was my first snow run and it was not easy. I spent most of the time trying not to fall. My 6 mile run turned into 2 miles. Not what I wanted, but better than sitting on the sofa feeling sorry for myself.
I can not control everything but I can control how I deal with things. I need to remember that.