This is a cliché post about taking time for granted.

I went for a run this morning, and although I hadn’t gone for a long run in almost a week, I felt comfortable pushing myself. I’ve been wanting to break the 10K mark for a while now and I knew that by adding an extra bit to the loop I was on, I could make that happen.

But I also wanted to ride my bike today so I figured that I would save myself today and push for 10K tomorrow.

And while I was able to take the new bike for a decent ride today, I did something to a tendon in my ankle. It’s nothing major, it should be gone in a day or two, but I won’t be running tomorrow.

This is such a simple example of how often we take time for granted.

I didn’t push myself today because I could easily do it tomorrow. But that isn’t going to happen.

Although it was calculated procrastination, it did nothing to change the fact that I didn’t know if I would actually have another chance.

This is the most basic example of something we all do on a constant basis. I won’t lose any sleep if I never run a 10K. But that’s not my point.

We’re always putting things off — from doing laundry to taking our dream vacation. We always assume that we’ll do it later, as if later is some infinite existence.

It’s not.