Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Motivation = nonexistant

This year, we're facing an uphill battle when it comes to racing. As we're continuing to expand our horizons in terms of growth, the job does not get any easier. We're facing a 1/2 Ironman, as well as trying to conquer another 1/2 marathon (this one faster and stronger). So you'd think we'd be motivated to work really hard, work out all the time, and plug along, right?

Not so much.

After a great 2 1/2 weeks in Denver, in which I worked a lot but also really enjoyed myself, I figured I'd return for this simple 3 days of reserve in Greensboro with my batteries fully recharged, ready to sit reserve, and enjoy the fact that I only have a month and a half left of this place. (I'm transferring to Indianapolis come March. Easier commute and better base!) Instead, I found out on my last day I have an uncommutable worthless day trip that will force me to stay an extra night here. And therefore, my play on a 4.5 mile run was just shot.

I'm really realizing that being in Greensboro just depresses me in every which way imaginable.

I was able to slog out a 4.5 mile run, albeit very slowly. While I was running, I was trying to take in the sights around the town. I was running on a country road, and I could have been running on a country road in Minnesota, or Montana, or even Nebraska. The major difference with this run though, is I knew I wasn't running in any of those places. I was running in Greensboro. Which continued to depress me.

So instead, I kept repeating to myself "one more month". I just kept imagining myself not having to do the two-leg commute to Greensboro, wasting an extra 6+ hours each time I go to and from the place. Imagine me getting an extra 42 hours a month at home simply by moving bases. It might not sound like much, but it's an extra two days that I currently don't get. That's pretty damn significant.

I guess sometimes, motivation is tougher to find then we'd like to admit. The key is, I'm realizing, finding that small slice that forces you to do what you know you need to do.

1 comment:

  1. As much as I'd like to give you your answer, Brandon, I can't. I only have my answer. It never mattered to me if I was in the shit hole of where I went to medical school, or traveling, or sick, or injured, or depressed, anything else that would crush most people. I got it done! Why, because sometimes, that was all I had to keep me centered and feeling alive while the rest of my life was crap! When the times were good, I reveled in it and since I was in good shape anyway, I just kept on keeping on. Looking back, it was a good plan :-)