That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going. - Forrest Gump
Forrest Gump, albeit a fictional character, was a self-motivator. Or perhaps all runners, despite age/gender/ability, have that determined gene lingering somewhere inside their brain, perhaps nestled snugly against the one that thinks marathon training is "fun." (It is.)
So on a particular frigid morning, I layered on the dry-fit, laced up my Brooks and stepped outside, Mother Nature's blustery wind slapping me awake. I made a spontaneous decision right there on my stoop to run only 3 miles, or however long I could withstand the feeling of windburn on my face. As I pounded the asphalt on the Schuylkill River Banks, I thought. I thought, as I tend to do on runs, about life. My so-called tumultuous life. It's not that bad. In fact, it's great. I've been down. I've been up. I've built up walls - who will knock them down? Go faster. Slow down. Take the high road. Take the road less traveled. Be honest, but not too honest. Say what you feel. Watch what you say. Be careful. Be mindful. Always be on the look-out. Don't look back. Look ahead. Never give up. Don't quit. Keep going.
Keep right on going.