My Motivation Story

Everyone is motivated in different ways. For some it's looking at pictures of real people on social networking sites to see others doing things they can, for others it's looking at celebrities or watching YouTube work outs, for many it's just going out and doing it solo, some may need the power of friends. For me I like a mix. I use my surroundings to motivate myself. This is my story.

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A lot of people can look at a picture of a skinny girl or a perfectly toned pair of arms or legs and say 'I want that.' but wouldn't you want to say 'I am that.'? I know I would. We are bombarded with images of perfectly proportioned fitness inspirations thanks to tumblr, instagram, pinterest and other social networking sites but just looking isn't enough, you've got to be doing. What are you doing about it? If you subconsciously answered 'Nothing..' to that question then I ask you why? If it's embarrassment then you will never get over than unless you try. Try your hardest because every step is progress no matter how small or how many steps you take to get where you want. As long as you are moving. 

A while ago I was on a train in my running gear all ready to go on my usual run and as I ran off the train and down onto the subway to leave I happened to past three of the bitchiest, most annoying girls you ever did meet and I heard one of them say 'Oh dear look at her.' Considering she is (hate to point out the obvious but...) over weight (to put it as nicely as possible) I knew she had no right to judge. Wearing no makeup, my hair a complete mess and my ugliest gym gear I could have taken the minor blow and given up - but I didn't. I wasn't going to let a girl get me down when I love to run. So I ran, and as I was about five minutes away from my house a horrible boy I knew saw me run towards him and laughed and started to mock my run by pretending to be me. I felt so angry I shouted 'F*CK OFF!' at him as I sped past that it made me determined to write this blog post to everyone who's ever felt to embarrassed to run outside because they are worried about how they look or what people will say. 

I love to run and no one's comments is going to stop me.

If your excuse is because you can't be bothered then I have no time to listen to you whining about your wobbly bits. I always enjoy my runs more when it's early morning/late evening and I'm not in the mood or can't be bothered to exercise. I get far more out of them when I've pushed myself and made myself proud. Never give up. The moment you start to feel tired or worn out thinking you can't go on, you can - and that's when it's best to keep on going. I'm always more proud of myself when I go my furthest and I can honestly say those are the key times to keep trying. An easy way to make you don't stop is set yourself minor goal posts to reach such as 'when I get to the end of this road' and when you get there say to yourself 'when I've past the next 5 cars' and when you've done that ' after the third lamp post' and you keep going until you reach your finishing point. It works really well. 

Motivation doesn't have to be in the form of pictures or quotes I find my shadow is my trainer, my shadow is what pushes me on and keeps me going because I don't want to let myself down. Your shadow is your darkness and you always want to overcome and beat your darkness. I love the way mine looks when I run so that's a free thing that keeps me running. 

If you have a dream or a goal don't let anything stop you, the only person who can defeat you is you. Are you going to let that happen?