Tonight's run felt great! Well, the first lap felt great. I had my best time! I ran for a solid .75 without stopping, and only short walks between running stretches for the rest of that lap. I was feeling very proud of myself, but also very tired, sweaty, and cranky. So after some good stretching and cooling down a bit, I was ready to leave. I didn't want to do a second lap. I figured 1.5 miles was enough. I talked myself into being too spent to finish.
That's when a most unlikely inspiration came along in the shape of a quite overweight older man. He had started walking the loop right before I began. I had passed him at the first quarter mile marker. We had exchanged pleasantries... "lovely evening. Not too many bugs"... As he came around ending his first lap. I said a congratulatory "Hey, we made it." But he said as he kept on walking, "Nope, can't quit yet. I gotta go around again."
This is not a lengthy conversation. This is nothing profound. This is just complete strangers making small talk passing in the park. But it struck me hard with a blow right on my head. If this guy can go a second lap and finish his 3 miles, why can't I? What excuse that I'm using is actually valid?
- But I'm tired. --- Uh, It's only 6:30.
- But I'll be late to VBS. --- It takes only 30 minutes to walk the loop, running is faster.
- But I just can't go any further. --- Overweight old guy can.
I finished the lap strong. It wasn't my best time, but my no means my worst. I took my time cooling down and stretching like always. (And mopping up my sweaty dripping head!) About 15 minutes after I came in, the guy comes walking up. I thanked him for just being there at the right time. That I really needed that kick.
Silly, but sometimes I feel like I work so hard at trying to be an inspiration to others. To give motivation. To encourage. To support. To push. I guess I forgot that I need that too sometimes.
I did make it clear I can't do a third lap!