Hayley and I had dinner at some friends’ home last night and over an astonishingly calorific desert they asked me why I do Ironman. ”What is your motivation to do something so hard?” they said. I couldn’t answer, at least answer it well. It’s a challenge, I said, I like doing things that are hard to do.
Therein lies the motivation, or at least its origin. It comes from within, the same place as thoughts come from. The Id. I’m hard wired to do difficult things, that’s where I get my mental pay-cheque. That’s a little hard to focus on while in the middle of a hill repeat workout on the bike though.
The motivation will come, it always does. I have a 2012 goal to qualify for the Las Vegas 70.3 World Champs and I need to be in better shape than I was last year to get there. More inspiring though is my friend Jim’s enthusiasm and staggering commitment to triathlon, a sport he took up partly from a desire to emulate me.
Jim’s schedule is harder than mine and more complex than mine; and he’s getting all his workouts in. I have all the advantages of schedule, experience and finance. I have no excuse. Tomorrow I will run in the morning before breakfast like I used to. And I’ll do it because that’s what Jim does. And that’s what will motivate me.