Some days are more inspiring than others.
It isn’t polite to stare. I know that. I was taught that at a young age by my parents. But that gal, she had beautiful strong legs. Legs of aspiration. Now, I’m fairly certain (but I didn’t ask her) that she wasn’t born with those legs. It took hours and miles of effort, of consistency, of motion, of ambition.
Yesterday I knew I needed a mid-length run. With the snowfall and blustery winds of the day before finding a place to run was seemingly impossible. My first, second, third and even fourth choice was unavailable. The reason for motivation was two-fold. Next week is the first race of the season. I need to be confident in my ability to begin at a line marked in the dirt and finish beneath a sign ticking away the hours, minutes and seconds. Secondly, I desire to be physically fit. To be fortified through my own strength, power and endurance.
Today, the last available option is the treadmill at the gym. A place inside. Lackluster. Nothing to look at but myself in a mirror with reflections I don’t wish to see … running in place with nowhere to go … hot with no variance of wind or cloud … confining with walls and stale coloration. Outside it is so much easier. In the morning I watch the sun rise as I plod along wide awake and witnessing everything else wake around me.
Six miles of mind games. Up goes the pace. Down goes the pace. Puff. Puff. The mirror is not encouraging. Race for speed and time. Recover. It is brutal. I’m doing everything I can to make the time pass … I’m short two miles. Where is my motivation? What is the alternative to reaching the overall goal? Today, it is not going to be eight miles on a treadmill!
The mind is working. I can’t beat the churning of the black belt moving beneath my feet. The music isn’t loud enough to block out the silence. The scenery not moving with each stride. It is up to me to play the head games, to reach the goal. Stepping off the rotating belt with handbars I change my thought process and instead of heading to the locker room I veer to the right. Bike. Pedal. Pedal. Pedal. Again not going anywhere but playing a new mental game. 30-minutes later the pace has slowed but my motivation is restored.
Don’t give up. Change your pace. Modify your stance. Absorb the scenery. Motivation comes from a variety of sources. Evaluate your motivation, set your goal. Others can’t do it for you … sometimes, the mind games will get you just where you want to go. Sometimes you stumble but pick yourself up and continue moving forward. It is your decision on whether to try, and maybe fail, or never try at all. That is your motivation!