I am not a quitter

That is what I chanted to myself as I ran yesterday. And even though I only ran a mile I walked away knowing that I could be proud because I did what I set out to accomplish. I have always been one to quit when things get hard, and since not everything in life is easy you can imagine how many things I have quit. I was taught that if you don't like what you're doing then just quit, if you're not good then give it up. And even if my parents tried to encourage me if I put up enough resistance they would eventually let me quit. I'm not saying it's all my parents fault. I have been out of their house for 13 years now and still have the same mind set. I'm saying once you start the habit of quitting it's very hard to finish anything. Running has made me realize and hate this quality about myself. I have been working out for a year and still can't run more than a mile at a time when Andrew on the other hand is doing 3 miles about every other day. So what's the difference? I let myself give up, tell myself it's good enough, you can't be perfect. But it's not good enough and not that I'll ever be perfect but what's wrong with trying harder? So yesterday I ran that mile when I wanted to quit after the second lap and today I got up and went to the gym when my body wanted to stay in bed. It's not just exercising that I have this problem in. I am taking 2 classes this semester and a couple of weeks ago I broke down in tears because it was too hard and I wanted to quit. I am proud to say I haven't and I am enjoying both classes. (history more than computers) I look forward to the day when quitting isn't the first thing I think of or even think of it as an option at all. I know it won't happen over night but the more I confess I'm not a quitter the more I'll finish. Thanks to a great husband and vbf who encourage me all the time I know I'll get there.