To succeed, you need to find something to hold on to, something to motivate you, something to inspire you.
– Tony Dorsett
I love inspiration and celebrating that wonderful energized power that comes rushing forward. As a self proclaimed “silver lining spotter”, it is truly one of those things that makes my heart just soar. I think for something to truly resonate as inspirational, it has to touch a nerve by either representing where you want to be OR remind you of where you have been. Just like so many things, inspiration is a deep, personal experience.
As I pondered this word this morning, I kept thinking about my amazing friend Vicki and her running story.
Vicki joined MRTT last summer and immediately became part of our chapter’s Couch to 5k program. I didn’t spend much time with the Couch to 5k group, as they had a very capable volunteer leader and seemed to be doing a great job of working through their program. I took notice of Vicki because she seemed to just be loving running. She posted pictures and shared her successes and was so much fun to watch grow. We got to know one another a little bit better in the early fall at some events and I asked if it would be OK for me to run her celebratory 5k with her. We had a great time at the Sprout 5k and she did SUCH a great job getting over that finish line.
Vicki went on to finish a 10k in February and spent the spring training for the Loudoun Half Marathon in April. She was also a part of our This is My Brave team.
I will never forget her preparation and “flat mama” post, nerves at the start line, or hearing news of her out on the course. As the race hit the 13.1 mark, there were a whole gaggle of MRTT ladies scattered around the finish line area. I waited with Gayle and Tracy to watch Vicki finish. My heart could have burst open with happiness when she passed us to reach that last curve.
The thing that inspired me about Vicki’s journey, and inspires me about so many of my AMAZING MRTT friends, is that “she believed she could, so she did.” She worked hard and put in the time. She gave the hours up for training. But most of all – there was a core belief that she was going to succeed.
Whenever I get in my own way with training or with life, I think of my dear friends who have that faith in the finish line. Who know that they will get there. And somehow, it rubs off on me. And I begin to believe again.