motivation
What inspires me?
the mountains -
nature - wilderness
a person who lives each moment of their life
integrity - passion - respect - compassion
the opportunity to open a door to someone - to make a differnce
a person who lives each moment of their life
integrity - passion - respect - compassion
the opportunity to open a door to someone - to make a differnce
raindrops on roses -
brown paper packages tied up with string - the wind in my hair
the sun on my face - stars in a clear sky - a mountain silhouette in the fading light
a good book - a roaring fire - time with a friend
a flower in a crack of rock - the smell of a newly mown meadow
the sound of birds singing in the morning
a sunset at sea - the sun rising over the mountains
a long, long way to run
the sun on my face - stars in a clear sky - a mountain silhouette in the fading light
a good book - a roaring fire - time with a friend
a flower in a crack of rock - the smell of a newly mown meadow
the sound of birds singing in the morning
a sunset at sea - the sun rising over the mountains
a long, long way to run
What inspires me to run?
to be in nature - to strive to do the best I can - to learn more about myself
to be stripped of the trappings of modern life
to feel the freedom of a journey, to be exposed to the elements
to feel rawness, vuneralbility and yet strength in body, mind and spirit
to be 'mindful' - to feel the 'flow'
if the truth of our running is that in our 'moving' we find ourselves
then running is the gift that allows us to know ourselves deeper
if you run for the love of it - then more becomes possible than you might ever have dreamed
IF by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gond,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!