You take inspiration where you find it. A few months ago, I was asking what the point of racing was when I knew my best days were behind me and, while I got a lot of opinions, I wasn't too sure of any of them.
Saturday, as the temperature never approached the high predicted and I checked weather updates every hour, staring out the window, actually excited at the possibility of running for a change, I saw a story on television about a young woman named Marin Morrison. She was a competitive swimmer who had your typical life-changing problem (blah blah blah) and was told she'd never swim again, but did (yawn). She qualified for the Paralympics (ho-hum). Then she had chemo and radiation. She nearly died, twice. She went to the Paralympics and swam anyway, finishing a very distant dead last in all three events.
Why? Because she could and she enjoyed doing it. And just maybe because it might inspire someone else, some unknown middle-aged guy in the midwest.
If you've got 7 minutes (in a fast browser), check out the video for yourself (you have to watch an armed forces commercial first, sorry to say). I hate sappy feel-good stories, but this one got me.
Thursday 10 miles, 84 min., indoors
Friday 4 miles in 34.5
Saturday 8 miles in 73
Sunday 4 miles in 33.5
Going up the country
2 days ago