Tenacious. Isn’t that just a nicer word for stubborn? Tenacious is the Wednesday word this week.
I can be tenacious (keeping a firm hold) about many things: my car, which is going on 16 years old. It runs well, knock on wood, and I don’t drive a lot (hence the 56,000 miles on it).
My husband would complain to you about the fact that we still have my laser printer in our “office”. It’s older than my car. It, also, still works — or it would, if it were still plugged into my computer and it would really help if I got it a new cartridge. Which assumes they even make cartridges for it anymore.
But it’s a perfectly good laser printer and it reminds me of the business I used to run.
Then there’s all my painting stuff. There was a period of my life I was really into decorative painting. I was good at it, too. But I haven’t painted since we moved. Part of it is we don’t really have a space conducive to it (although we’ve tried several). Part of it is that it’s not a hobby where you can just spend a few minutes on it here and there. Maybe part of it is that I took up running?
You need to believe in yourself and what you do. Be tenacious and genuine. — Christian Louboutin
And then there’s running. Boy, I love that quote from Christian Louboutin — and he makes great shoes, too. Too bad I can’t afford them.
I have to believe there are faster, pain free races ahead of me. They won’t always be, I know, but if I didn’t have a firm hold on that belief, it would be easy to stop running.
Of course I don’t just run to race or PR. Good thing since neither thing happens that often! And sometimes it’s fun to just run to remember that it just feels good to run. Run a little or a lot, depending on how the spirit moves you.
I am a goal driven person, though. Goals help me to be tenacious and stick with this running thing. And then there’s that whole run a half in every state thing.
Like a dog with a bone, I tell ya. Chester with a bone is a pretty hilarious sight, by the way.
I’m tenacious, I think – I know – and I do also have a quality where if you tell me I can’t do something, if I know I can’t do it I’m the first to raise my hand and say, ‘I can’t do that.’ But there is a big Bronx, New York Jew in me that just says, ‘Really? Really? You think I – yes, I can. I can do it. I can do it.’
— Ellen Barkin