Last night was the final clinic before Honolulu and the speaker was Doug Curtis. Now sometimes motivation comes from the most unlikely places and other times it comes form where you expect. Last night was the latter.
Just hearing Doug's bio is enough to make me want to log more miles. Over 200 marathons, in almost every country. Countless victories. Now don't get me wrong, I am no Doug Curtis. But in a sense I am.
Sure this is marathon 2, not 200 and these shoes have never run on foreign soil, but we are both marathoners. We both know the wall, the bad spots, the runners high. That feeling of accomplishment and excitement when we cross the finish line. We both know the drudgery of early morning runs, late night 3 milers because that's all we have time for. The feeling of , oops I shouldn't have eaten Chinese last night!
Weather or not we run at 7 minute pace or 10, we are runners. We love the sense of doing something that hardly anyone else does. The awe and wonder in peoples eyes when they say you ran how far?!?! We push ourselves when others would stop. We run with ice on our faces, water in our shoes, and Gu in our pockets. We run for ourselves, our kids, for records, to win, to not win, to finish, to keep the waistline down, to prove people wrong. The list goes on and on, but it all boils down to one thing....
We all decided to get up off the couch, to put down the remote and head out the door. Putting one foot in front of the other, one step at a time we have run countless miles. Everyone of us deserves a pat on the back, so consider this your atta boy, way to go!!!
You guys rock and inspire me!