Getting Motivated


If you’re not a runner than you can relate to that annoying feeling you get when runners talk incessantly about running. They talk about their long runs (impressive but stop talking), their short runs (you roll your eyes), their hill training (fascinating), how far they went (see long runs), how far they should have gone (you're thinking STOP TALKING), how they missed a run and can’t forgive themselves (get over it), how they chafe (EW!), how their toenails are falling off (EVEN GROSSER!), what they ate for breakfast before their run (why is this relevant), how they can’t go out drinking because they have to go run in the morning (worst excuse ever), what type of GU they prefer (WTF IS GU?), how they hydrate (LIKE YOU CARE), how they are training for Boston and bla bla bla. You’ve heard it all. You roll your eyes, pat their back and change the subject.


Have you ever found yourself talking to anyone and anything about running? The local woman on a bench in the park, the grocery store clerk, your friend’s baby, your grandparents, your son &/or daughter’s teacher &/or teacher’s aide, your local congressman, your significant other, your friends, your cat, your friend’s cat, or even the local trees in the park? You talk about your long runs, your short runs, your hill training, how far you run, how short you run, how far you should have run, how you missed a run and can’t forgive yourself, how you chafe, how your toenail’s are falling off, what you eat for breakfast before your run, how you can’t go drinking because you have to go run in the morning, how your training for Boston? It’s life consuming. I almost wish I wore a nametag that said “ask me about running” so I had an excuse to be like “what, you asked.”


There’s a joke “How do you know if someone has run a marathon? Don’t worry they’ll tell you.” Couldn’t be truer. I mean look at me, I made Run, Selfie, Repeat just so I can talk about the fact that I once ran a marathon. (By the way, did I tell you that I ran a marathon. I know please don’t think of me any differently. What’s that, you’ve run 10 marathons? See, I told you a runner will tell you they ran a marathon.) I can be so annoying and relentless that a vast majority of my friends are now runners due to the “if you can’t beat em, join em” mentality. But how does one become a runner or when are you qualified to say you’re a runner? Because when I started running (and again, I mean walking-I would run for 2 minutes every 10 minutes) the thought that I would run a marathon seven months later seemed as realistic as traveling to the moon. I HATED running. Spending 30 minutes to 4 hours running? Not for me. Give up having a beer when I was out with friends? Get out of town. And yet, here we are.

Denying the joy of Netflix after an 8/10/12/14 hour workday to go run isn't always the fun choice. Or getting up early to run when all you want to do is sleep for another hour. And then you have runners who are parents? I can’t even! You people are gods. It's a hard conversation you have to have with yourself. I had that conversation with myself yesterday.  I got off the subway and thought,

Bad Conscience: “I really don’t want to run; I really want to get in bed and watch Scandal.” And then,

Good Conscience: “no girl, you didn’t run yesterday.”

Bad Conscience “But I don’t want to! I’ll do a distance run tomorrow.”

Good Conscience “Get it together! Get that spandex on your body RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY! NO EXCUSES OR NO SCANDAL FOR A WEEK.”

And so I went. And it was cold. And I hated the first mile. But it was over as soon as it started and I'm glad I did it. I'm always glad I did it. But sometimes getting yourself out the door is an achievement. Like they say, even a 30 minute run is better than no run at all.

Deciding to run a 5k, a 10k, a half marathon, a marathon, or a triathlon is a commitment. And it’s not easy. But training is equal parts fun to hard work. You get to go outside, escape from emails and the world to be alone. You can daydream or meditate. You can escape your significant other or children. You can dance to your music while you wait for traffic lights or find attractive men and take extremely creepy pictures with them. You finally have an excuse to tell your friends, “I can’t come to that thing I don’t really want to go to anyways. Sorry I have to run.” The world is your oyster.

But I can promise you this, being able to put a 26.2 sticker on your car or being able to tell people I ran a half marathon is magic. All the hard work pays off. Some runs are going to be better than others. It literally is a matter of figuring out what gets you out the door, what it means to you, what’s at stake and what are you willing to do to make it happen. Because I can tell you, there’s nothing better than race day. And of course-there are supposedly health benefits. But don’t quote me on that, I’m not a doctor.    

So why did you start running? How do you motivate yourself to keep going? Send me your stories

Happy trails my friends! IT’S ALMOST THE WEEKEND.