I was up early this morning running. 5.1 miles at an unspectacular pace but I got out and did it which was the main objective. I’ve recovered from a back injury but my motivation levels were at a low ebb for a variety of reasons. I needed several kicks up the backside to get out on the road and stop feeling sorry for myself. I want to be fit and healthy and you won’t achieve that sitting on a sofa eating your body weight in junk food. Or at least I won’t.
Motivation is a frustrating thing. There are times you can have the bit well and truly between your teeth. You know exactly what you need to do and you get out there and do it. You are focused, determined and, perhaps most important of all, consistent. You need targets ahead of you on the road, signposts that you can aim towards with each step of the journey. It might be tough, it might be horrible, but that’s the prize and you never take your eyes off it.
Various people and events inspire and motivate me. Both good and bad. My loved ones who look up to me and expect me to be the very best father and husband I can be. I try to set a positive example in everything I do, I push myself to deliver on all fronts. I also always have one eye looking over my shoulder as I don’t want to regress to where I used to be, to who I used to be. I’m forever on my guard against slipping back into old habits.
There are people from my past and present who drive me forwards as well. The doubters, those who mock and sigh when I talk about my hopes and dreams. Those who dropped me when I needed help most, those who turned their backs and they walked away. This one is for you. I might not be Mo Farah or Stephen King, I might not be at the top of the pile yet, but I’m getting there and I’ll prove you all wrong. This one is for you.