Mountains out of molehills

In the past, I've been one to overreact to situations. I lived a very anxious life. Through a lot of hard work I believe I have come past that and really live in the present - only focusing on what is in front of me.

I say this because it's been quite awhile since I've made mountains out of molehills. Until recently I found myself facing literal and physical ones three mornings a week.

As everyone is well aware, I've started running (or working up to running) and my sweet friend Robyn meets me three mornings a week at 6 AM to goad me along. And believe me, some mornings I need it.

We run this trail that is actually right across from my alma mater and is great for keeping track of distance and providing some necessary shade along the way.

I'm doing pretty well but there is one spot on the run that kills me every time. And it is almost literally a molehill. Most of the trail is flat and even which is great for beginning runners. But there is one spot that is a small bridge that is somewhere between 1.5 and 1.75 mile marker that has a little bit of a rise to it.

And it never fails that we hit it at the exact moment during the run back that I honestly think I won't be able to make it. In my eyes, you would think I'm chugging up a steep incline. When in actuality, in two steps I'm over it and moving on.

That's life isn't it? We dread and fear and build up how hard it's going to be, only to find that in the time it took to take care of it, we've moved on and moved to what's next.

I'm looking forward to the day that I can actually run an incline and not turn it into a mountain. And I know it will come.