The Fire Within
Enjoy the drive ... however it arrives.
Last month the miles came effortlessly. I could fall out of bed and immediately run eight miles. My feet glided over the trail. ...
Illustration by Jeremy Collins
Last month the miles came effortlessly. I could fall out of bed and immediately run eight miles. My feet glided over the trail. I even maintained my dignity on the local, heart-pumping climb up Bear Peak, normally a red-hot spike in my gut, quads and calves.
Yet late last summer every mile felt uphill. I could not wrap my head around running even two miles. Every morning my snooze alarm worked overtime. I'd procrastinate my run until after work, and then fall victim to watching Family Guy re-runs.
Why is it that some seasons the level of motivation runs as high as spring run-off and, in others, my well of mojo is as dry as the Mojave?
Books have been written, songs sung and ad campaigns run on the Fire Within. Heart. Guts. Cajones. Hunger. Courage. Impetus. Tenacity. Human Will. Drive has more names than a pro wrestler. Yet its origins remain a mystery.