Starbucks is my motivation. Well, it is, sometimes. And yes, it is trivial. But it is what I think about on long runs, on occasion. Kind of pathetic really.
Lately, however, I have been thinking about other matters. Far weightier ones. Like the great client/friend who told me recently that she has metastatic melanoma. I think of her, and the terrific challenges she faces on a minute by minute basis. She doesn’t fret about 50 miles – she worries about chemotherapy, custody of her dog, how her nieces will handle her untimely death, assisted suicide. I think of her, and instead of crying, I run harder, I run faster, I run more. I run, well, because I can.
My endeavor seems, in the grand scheme of things, fairly mundane. I wonder how I will face the issues she now is grappling with. I hope it will be with the strength and humor she has. I hope. I wonder. I don’t know.
So, what is your motivation?