Back to the top.
After nearly 10 years of running, I'm finally figuring out what really gets me turned around when things aren't going so well.
It isn't motivational quotes; it isn't conversations with friends; it isn't looking at what friends are doing to try and drum up some friendly competition. The things I see every day does not work for me.
What turns this ship around is actually getting out and forcing myself into a situation that is not exactly comfortable. It's all about doing something I know can be done, but will take quite a bit an effort to get there.
For me, it's always a trip to the mountains that makes me feel human again. Specifically, it's the climb up Sharp Top Mountain in Bedford that humbles me, and motivates me.
Today I headed up there with my friend Josh. As we started up, I knew how very real things were for me with hitting a low with running recently. I wish I hadn't waited so long to tackle this mountain.
On the trek up, there were times I really just wanted to stop. Let me catch my breath for 5 minutes.
Instead we kept going, really only stopping once for about a minute, and made it to the top.
I can't really explain what the feeling is like when you get to the top of a mountain. No matter where I've been or how bad or good things are, there's always this renewed sense of hope that I get when I've reach the summit.
Now it's up to me to capitalize on this feeling ...