Lack of Motivation Turned Inspiration
Last Sunday was a bit of a slog for me. My scheduled “long” run wasn’t all that long (as far as marathon training goes). I only had 10 miles up, with a mini tempo workout built into it. Even though I had been looking forward to the run, I couldn’t get myself moving out the door. My 8AM start time became later and later. I sat around hemming and hawing, staring out the window imagining the cold.
I also had a race bib in-hand for Sunday’s NYRR Gridiron Classic. It’s a fun winter 4-miler. I knew a lot of people who would be there running and volunteering. Again, I couldn’t motivate. Eventually I opted to skip the race. Factoring its four miles into my workout simply felt cumbersome. Eventually I got myself over the hurdle of getting dressed and left my apartment. The time was nearly 10:30AM.
As I merged onto Central Park’s West Drive, NYRR staff were collapsing race equipment. I figured the 4-mile race was long over. But as I approached, I saw the most amazing moment. The finish line with its clock and timing mats was still intact; and, there was a gentleman with his walker completing the race. All other race participants were long gone. But the NYRR volunteers and staff, bundled in their myriad of layers, were enthusiastically cheering as he crossed the line.
Suddenly, my morning of lackluster motivation and procrastination transformed into a rare moment of alignment. By waiting long enough, I wound up witnessing a genuine act of runner camaraderie. Not that one needs to search far in a community known for supporting its members. But, to see such a spectacularly triumphant and kind-hearted moment was a true gift.