Motivational Monday: Get Up, Get Moving!

For today's Motivational Monday, I'd like to share a story.
Up until I was 12 years old, I sat on my butt all the time, watched television, drank multiple sodas a day, and was usually really lazy in the summers.  Oh I was very active to be sure; I was in many camps, plays, I played instruments...I even did the summer swim team.  But athletically speaking, I was pretty lazy.
That fall, in 7th grade, I decided to pick up sports in a whole new way; with practically no training whatsoever, I had managed to get third place at state championships for the 50 yard breaststroke.  After almost winning it, I felt a sense of competition.  So when I moved back down to North Carolina for the school year, I decided to do year-round swim team.  But it didn't end there; I also did soccer at the same time.  So every school day for the next three months, I would finish school, go to a 2 hour soccer practice, have about a half hour break to eat and change, then an hour and a half of swim team.  It was exhausting; I was by far the slowest person in the pool, and I had no endurance for soccer.
About a week after soccer ended (swimming was still going), I was in P.E. (remember when we still had that?!) and we did the same thing we always had to do for a warm up: run.  I hated running; I was always one of the slowest people and I usually walked after the first minute or so.  So I swallowed my pride, and took off with the rest of the group.  As I kept running, I made a promise to myself; that this time I would run the entire thing.  I didn't care how slow I was gonna be; I was gonna run the whole time.
So I kept going.  As I was running, I noticed flying by a couple of people.  No big deal, I thought; they were usually at the back with me, walking.  Then another couple of people.  Ok, this is a little odd; I usually don't pass them.  Then more and more.  Finally, I had passed everyone in my class.  Not only that, but I still had gas in me.  So I kept going.
Then I found myself lapping people.  First the people that I had always hung back with; then more and more.  Finally, I had lapped everyone else in the class.  I was so overwhelmed that I jumped up and down with joy.  I was NEVER the fastest kid, and now I was.
The moral of this story; get up, get moving, and eventually you will fly.