I wasn't much of an athlete in high school. In fact, my athletic endeavors were pretty much limited to hanging out with friends, playing various coach-assigned sports, in gym class.
As I've gotten older, that lack of athletic activity--and interest--has changed. Since then, I've gotten into running as a pastime, a love that started several years after high school, no doubt a throwback to early mornings when I was ten and eleven, when my step father came to my bedroom door at five in the morning, asking if I was running today. Most days I said no. But on that rare day I said yes, I was in for a thrill.
Since then, I've run a few races. And there's always a very special moment in the race, whether you're running a 5k or a marathon: the moment when the finish line comes into view. I don't know if you've experienced it, but that feeling is breathtaking in it's reality, so visceral and real that I can still conjure it sitting at my desk.
I think that moment is so pivotal because seeing the finish line is a very real example of a payoff. Here's you've been running some long distance, slugging along, wondering how you decided to embark upon such a misplaced, out-of-sorts endeavor, when validation, in the form of a physical end to your troubles comes into view. It's truly a motivator, if there ever was one. And I'd say the fastest parts of the few races I've done have been between that point and the finish line.
A similar thing happened to me today, on the writing front. When I woke up this morning, I realized 50k was within spitting distance, and I happened to have a few hours free this afternoon. A gander over to the right shows the result: I'm done with NaNo 2011.
And really happy about it too! I even bought a bottle of champagne for me and the wife to celebrate.
How goes it with you? Take a look, out there and the horizon, and I think you'll see the finish line too! Here's to hoping you get across quickly, and I'm raising a glass to your success! Cheers! :D