Today at school I was asked to share a poem with the students via the morning announcements in celebration of poetry month and the upcoming ‘poem in your pocket’ day. Immediately I knew which poem I would share …
The Man Who Thinks He Can
by Walter D. Wintle
After sharing that, I had it in my head all day … which gave me plenty of time to ponder it. I must admit – these last 4 weeks (since running the Phoenix Marathon) I have really been in a funk. I’ve had no desire to run and when I have tried, I feel miserable. I’m feeling a little lost without my routine but don’t have the motivation to start a new one. I’ve put on weight and my clothes are getting snug … I feel like I’ve gone to this dark place and, I’m having a really hard time snapping out of it! The first two weeks I gave myself as recovery … now I’m getting worried that I’ll lose all the fitness I worked so hard for. I can’t let that happen!
I think today may be a turning point as this was a reminder that it’s up to me. And, while I may need to fight my body on this a little … my body will give in and achieve what I believe it can.
Too often I find myself relying on others to motivate me and give me strength to push through the challenges. Yes, other people’s belief in us can get the ball rolling – but, we’ll never truly discover our own greatness until we believe it’s there. I started realizing that as I trained for the marathon. Once I accomplished that goal, it was gone … as if there was nothing else to do – no where else to go – nothing else to push for.