If the Olympics are good for anything, it’s inspiration. Sochi 2014 coverage has been littered with tales fortitude and stories of individuals fighting through injuries, lack of funding and personal tragedies to reach the pinnacle of their sport. This piece really explains why. Olympic stories are a great place to find the inspiration to drag yourself out of bed for a frigid early morning run, get back on the court after a bad game or fight to recover from an injury, but I don’t always need that much.
I’ve been lucky enough to stay injury free for the last two years, with nothing more than a serious dose of muscle soreness to keep me from training and racing. While I don’t have to fight every single day to get out there and go, it doesn’t mean all of my training is a cake walk. There are plenty of days I lack motivation, had a bad workout or am distracted with life and those are the times I take a look around and realize that the thing holding me back is nothing compared to what some people have to compete with.
This morning, in fact, I was in need of a little dose of inspiration. My Monday and Wednesday outings had been really, really good, but I had also pushed my body really hard, and probably as a result, yesterday’s speed work was good, but could have been better. I knew I would pay today, and as expected, my legs were feeling fried when I rolled out of bed. Waking up to Fit Friday with a 105 minute long run on the schedule this morning, I knew my run would be tough and I had to get it together before putting on my running shoes. Luckily for me, it’s also Valentine’s Day. Feel good stories of love are everywhere you turn and I definitely needed one. While scheduling tweets, writing workouts and catching up on Olympic news, I came across this story. I recalled it being mentioned during last night’s event coverage, but I was too busy saying ‘oh, my knees’ every time a skier landed a 100+ foot jump to really listen. Well, that was all I needed to turn my motivation frown upside down.
The canines of Sochi had been a prominent pre-Olympic story line, and with all of the other unreadiness that ran rampant in the city, I wasn’t surprised this was the solution. Fortunately for the dogs, there are people like Gus Kenworthy and these guys struggling to save their innocent lives. It’s a reminder that it doesn’t take much to do the right thing and inspire people. Not only are these animals adorable, they are safe and sound thanks to a few citizens with big hearts who knew these dogs wanted to see Valentine’s Day, too.
With a smile on my face, at least two hours worth of inspiration and a tail wagging Jordy rescue dog I knew would be happy to see me when I got back, I went out to run. Even though I ended up cutting the run down from 105 minutes to 10 miles (1:15:34) due to tired, angry, oh-no-we’re-not legs and the 20 mph head winds I ran into for 6 of those miles, I feel good heading into next week’s 120 minute outing. Better to listen to my body and shorten a training run than hurt myself. Hopefully lots of foam rolling, massaging and ice will pull my legs out of this rut and I’ll have no problem wrapping up Shamrock Week 8 tomorrow with strength training and a short recovery run.
When do you need inspiration? What is it? Do you have a rescue dog?