finding motivation to run
posted: May 15, 2009
When I get excited about something, I walk a little faster, smile a little wider and sometimes eat a little less – hard to believe, I know, but you’ll soon find out. I triple checked the time on my alarm this morning.
Let’s face it – not too many of us are naturally morning people. I’m a nighthawk but have grown to love my early morning rituals. Coffee in my mug, ideal temperature showers, and uninterrupted wi-fi, are at the top of my a.m. list.
Another item on the list that’s got me excited lately? The sun. The incoming warm front. Beach volleyball, a pick up ultimate game, and sunrise yoga. The potential of being active outside again. I’ve got all I wanted out of hibernation season and I can’t wait to get out there. Even if it’s just walking to my bus stop.
One of my favourite sightings as I wait for my streetcar is a pair of women speeding down the main street every morning. One always in her blue running jacket, the other always in black. I can tell they are experienced runners by their form and lack of strain in their faces. In a mere five seconds, they’re out of sight. As quick as their presence was in my intersection, I always look for a glimpse of them in the morning. It’s comforting.
Why? I think I secretly want to be them. Either one of them, I wouldn’t mind. Their dedication so early in the morning – every morning – is remarkable. Through snow, sleet and rain I’ve seen these women run by. They’re not the only dedicated runners I see in my neighbourhood, there are a good number of them. But these two are the only pair I see, enjoying each other’s company as they maneuver the streets.
I am by no means what one would call a “runner”, but completing my first 10K race last summer has given me hope that I could be one. Always dubbed the yogi and gymnast amongst my staff at lululemon, running was a real physical and mental challenge that I loved overcoming. I couldn’t have done it without the support of my running colleagues – I probably wouldn’t have even signed up if it wasn’t for them. But setting that goal (and achieving it!) together really showed what we were made of. All of us finished, and all of us are still running in some shape or form.
Perhaps my newfound morning inspiration this year is leading way to add onto my morning ritual. Half marathon anyone?