"Can I have a double tall motive, with a slice of rocky motivation and a motivating deli sandwich to go, please?"If only it were that easy. Motivation. Motivating. Motives.
I have been questioning mine of late. Why am I running the marathon?
For me, it was instinctive. After running last year it gave me great satisfaction for the following reasons.
Raising money for the teenage cancer trust - speaks for itself and you can go to my justgiving page to keep the fund building.
Helping a client achieve her goal and break 3:45. "8:30 per mile - check" "8:30 per mile - check" " check, check, check" the miles flew by and we came in at 3:41.
Experience of the rolling wave of people - in front, behind, to the side, everywhere! Thusands of heads bobbing up and down, at times I felt like I was being hypnotised.
Titch is my nickname in recent years and was on my running vest. To hear it being called out by so many 'strangers' was a surreal boost to morale.
Crossing the line - doesn't matter what the race or the pace, getting over the finish is a great feeling. Although sometimes it takes a few more minutes to actually start enjoying it.
To say "I ran London". After many years supporting clients and friends from the outside it's now satisfying to say I was on the inside.
The banter before, during and after. Then the slump of tiredness hits you. The second wind at dinner reminiscing assisted by a celebratory sherbert. The second slump of tiredness! The slumber. The sleep after a marathon is memorable for its depth.
What I experienced before.
What I experienced during.
What I experienced after.
Satisfying throughout, so there is motivation in itself to go again.
The motivating factors deliver satisfaction.
My motive then, is to feel satisfied.
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