When I give myself a reason to not do something or do something, just be careful. It’s probably a lie to myself.
“It’s ok to stop running 10K every day, because my feet are sore.”
It’s a reason.
Lie. I’m lying to myself.
The conclusion does not follow from the premise.
It’s the old saying in a different disguise, isn’t it? “There are no explanations, only excuses.”
Explanations are explanations. They are obvious: a teacher explains calculus or (my situation right now) the principles of symbolic logic.
“Reasons” are not always so obvious, except they seem to seek the entropy of comfort. Less physical effort, satiating a desire, a psychological pat on the back, administered by self, for why it’s ok that my efforts failed. Those are reasons conjured up within my own head. Don’t get me started on the reasons I give myself for failure (or never trying at all) that are outside my control.
No reasons. No lies.
Don’t downplay yourself here. Since you started running seriously you have stuck to it: blisters, bloody toenails from bad shoes, full belly from dinner with the family, “it’s late”, fatigue, boredom, cold, bloody knees from crashing in the dark on a rough sidewalk. None of these “reasons” stopped you.
That’s good stuff. Keep it up.