Finding motivation is not always easy. After the tragedy at the Boston Marathon yesterday, it is hard to say be positive, but it is not difficult to find motivation. I haven’t written in a while mostly because I have struggled quite a bit with sharing what I am going through each day. I will touch on that in a moment. Back to Boston. Countless stories have been reported about how people banned together to help each other on Boylston Street. This location is meant for joy. For a tremendous sense of accomplishment. Not for terror, injury, and death. So many runners I know that are very capable to qualify are planning on running in Boston next year. Several others are planning their training now to get fast enough to qualify. Want motivation? Look in the eyes of a determined runner. We may have our doubts when it comes to our individual situations, but we are a confident group that can not be held down.
I have been to Boston and stood on the finish line – as a tourist. Having shared my struggles to consistently break a 10:00 minute mile, it will be a while before I am able (or if I am able) to qualify to run the Boston Marathon. That is what makes it so special – these runners have accomplished much, worked hard, earned the privilege to run in Boston and cross the famous finish line on Boylston Street. My heart goes out to everyone involved. The injured, the families who lost loved ones, the runners who were deprived of finishing after the bombs went off, all who feared for their lives, those who selflessly were there to save lives. Yes, this too shall pass, but it will never be forgotten. There is more motivation to go on.
As for me – boy has this spring been frustrating. I do not want to dwell on my issues, yesterday had really put things into perspective. Briefly – yet again I am sick. Since mid February I have had no more than seven days without a stomach virus, sinus cold, or now a terrible onset from allergies. Last night I had a strep culture done because my throat has been so sore for six days, my nose runs faster than my feet, and I have lost my voice. It was negative and allergies are most likely the culprit. I have not worked out in four days, therefore I have little to share other than my frustration. Tomorrow I hope to swim a bit. It will be good to be in the water and to be with my friends. I’d like to say I have turned a corner and am feeling better, but I am not one to lie. Today really stunk. Hopefully it is the worse before it gets better thing.
I will always remember where I was when I learned of the tragedy in Boston, many will. I will also remember that it hurt my throat so much to cry at the sadness, but I did anyway. More than anything, I will remember the determination, the motivation to go on, and the refusal to let fear win over every runner and supporter out there. Each step has purpose. Never forget.