My first experience with this run wast even a run. Tabitha (Carl's wife) and I took the trip to the towers on our bikes. At the top , we waited for Carl to get on the final ascent to the towers. When we finally caught eye of him making his way up the road, Tabitha says "I absolutely love seeing him power up that final climb" as we start cheering him on. It was an awesome thing to witness. I get so much joy from watching my friends and peers tackle obstacles that I thought impossible or extremely difficult. It gives me motivation, inspiration and makes me say to myself "I want to be like that." Carl is a beast, a person who loves everything about running. He works hard, trains smart, and helps motivate those around him with a constant positive attitude towards the "sport," encouraging people to do great things. It's no surprise that a lot of my inspiration comes from Carl and Tabitha though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like, but they are huge important people in my lives.
The point of this post is to share a story of where you get motivation from. I am inspired to push harder, to run with my heart, to do what I love no matter what because of the friends I have. I may not be the fastest or the best runner out there, but I am becoming the best possible version of myself. If it weren't for people like Carl, Mary, Coach Frank, people who push and encourage me and most importantly believe in me, I doubt I would believe in myself. Out there running, i get lonely, or alone with my thoughts. I get discouraged and want to quit. But I draw motivation from these people. I don't know if I'm making sense, but this is the only way I know how to express myself. Running truly is my expression of who I am and who I want to be. I'm so thankful for this gift, my friends and loved ones.