When I first started long-distance running, I treated my training plan like it was written in stone. Every mile, every rest day, every pace target: all locked in ahread of time. I followed it like the plan itself was the goal, not a means of reaching it.

And then, I got thrown off schedule for the first time. And it wasn’t the only time, either. Nagging injuries, heat waves, freak ice storms, and frenized work weeks have all cropped up more than once.

But because of how I was approaching my training plan, adapting to those moment felt like failure instead of course correction.

All-or-nothing thinking was kicking my teeth in. It was the thought that I’d missed a run, so the plan is ruined, so I might as well try again next marathon.

Looking back, I know where I went wrong: I was mistaking rigidity for discipline.

I spend a solid chunk of my year in rooms full of strangers. Real estate investors in one city, entrepreneurs in the next, and business owners in yet another.

And you know what? The questions people ask after I speak are almost never new. 

That’s not a knock on my audience, by the way. They’re good questions. I just find it interesting—compelling, even—that the same questions keep cropping up regardless of industry or circumstance.

I’ve also noticed that I can come up with answers to their problems much more readily than I can for my own.

That might sound like cruel irony, but it’s a documented psychological phenomenon. And I think understanding it might be one of the keys to solving some of my most confounding problems.

Picture this: an August run through Germantown. 

It’s a sweltering Tennessee summer, because it always is. The heat is ready to ruin your day, but you’re out there anyway. You had a five-mile goal, but now you want to cut it short. Four miles is close enough to five, right? And you’re almost there. You can turn back.

I’ve been there. And you know, I used to think of these moments as a test I was failing (and miserably so). If I felt the urge to quit, I must not have trained hard enough, or I wasn’t tough enough, or I just didn’t want it badly enough.

Pushing through was just a matter of having more willpower than not. If I could outlast it, I could win.

Picture it: drumming your fingers on top of a conference table, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as a coworker drones on about something you already know. You just want to get back to work. 

I’d wager all of us have been there before: stuck in a meeting that was only efficient at being a big waste of time. 

A few years ago, I looked at my calendar and saw eleven meetings coming up before I’d answered a single email. I’d scheduled most of them myself. Some I accepted out of routine—what’s 30 minutes out of my day?