I’ve slumped of late, and been thirsty for some motivation or inspiration. This morning, I got my inspiration while out running errands.
My inspiration, dear Runner Girl, is YOU. I saw you this morning while out driving, and remembered how very much I want to be like you.
Yes, you. Would you look at you a minute. No, no, no, look past the cellulite and stretch marks (unless you don’t have any, then YAY YOU!) just look at you. You are the woman who has the courage to sign up and train for a race; whether you’re walking your first 5k or making a new PR on your hundredth half, you are shining. Look at those legs and glutes, and think of the miles they’ve given you and get excited for many more to come.
Look at you, a role model for the younger women in your life. That niece who is trying Girls on the Run this year, your daughter who rides endless miles in the running stroller, the neighbor girl who peeks out past the curtain as she see you zoom by for the fourth time this week. They’re watching you, admiring your steadfast commitment.
Look at you engendering wellness. You’re staving off heart disease, type 2 diabetes, and bone loss with every step you take. You’re taking time to take care of yourself, improving your emotional well being right along with your physical well being, and you look and feel great.
I’m sure you’ve looked at other runners and felt that admiration and solidarity. Well I’m looking at you, dear Runner Girl. I’m inspired and encouraged by you. I’m proud of you. It doesn’t matter if you’re working toward a medal or just hope to finish. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are, it doesn’t matter if you’re slim and sassy or rocking some fabulous curves, you are an inspiration. To me and to so many others who see you out there training.
I can’t wait to see you on race day, dear Runner Girl, you are a phenom.