Everyone who’s ever broken out of a slow walk did so with some kind of motivation. Maybe it was to escape the saber-tooth tiger on their heels. Maybe it was to be at the head of the line at the company picnic. Or maybe it was to offload the unwanted lard on the butt or belly.
Some run to escape their demons. Others run to find their salvation. Some find the joy of companionship to be their major motivation; others rediscover their heart in “the solace of empty spaces.”
Runners who’ve been at it long find that their allocated moments of motion can be a drudgery or a dream. It’s usually impossible on any given day to explain why it’s one and not the other.
The main thing is, every athlete must take time to find out what running can and can’t do. It can take you down the road to healing, but it cannot fix everything that’s broken on the inside of you. It’s like this.
While you’re out there putting in the miles, you have time to think. And pray. And formulate the apologies you need to make. And work up the courage to ask for what you need from others. And give thanks for having legs and lungs and the will to move, while others mold in their lack of motion.
Find your motivation—the one that's in the deep place of your heart, and you’ll find all you need to get out the door no matter what excuses beg for your attention.