The train ride to work today was different. I put down the crackberry, and buried myself in an article from Runner's World magazine, March. Author Charles Butler captured the amazing journey of Matt Long and his goal to run a marathon after a devasting accident. Tears welled up as I read about a New York Firefighter and triathlete who had nearly been killed by a bus during the illegal transportation strike of 2005.
I won't reveal the story so you can gleam your own meaning from it. But for me it is inspirational to say the least. It's encouraging to read that people who face many more challenges then myself can still accomplish miraculous things.
Finding the motivation to accomplish the little goals I've set has been nothing short of difficult. Work seems to be the only reason I get out of bed in the morning. I like my job, and I'd prefer to keep it. Especially during such an economic downturn.
There are several other goals I have for this year, but I just can't seem to focus on them. I'd love to have Willow trained by summer. It would be great to be able to host parties and have guests over again. Sure I take her to class once a week, but it's not enough. It's my goal to work with her for at least 30 minutes a day. We'll just say I'm about 5 days a week shy of that goal.
My other little goal is to keep the house cleaner throughout the week, so that I don't have to have a marathon cleaning day on Saturday. Again, I'm falling short of that goal. Our spare bedroom is one heaping pile of laundry. Clean laundry. I just need to find the time to fold it, and put it away.
The big goal this year is June 28th, a half marathon. Every time I think about it, and how I am behind in the training plan I set forth, I start to hiccup. On Sunday I think I had the hiccups seven times before going to bed with them. For me running has always been something I dared to try. I never expected to run races, or be competitive, but after getting to the 3 mile mark, I wanted to go further, and faster. I've run in a 5 mile race, and I've run up to 6 miles on my own. But I can't seem to get past those numbers. So I started 2009 with this ideal of running (without walking) 13.1 miles at the Fairfield Half Marathon.
We're now two months into 'the new year' I haven't focused on training my dogs, or myself. I've been really hard on myself for it too. I'm one big stressball because nothing is the way I want it to be. And after reading this article, I've realized that my goals aren't unattainable, I've just got to put forth the effort.
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