On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Oh, the irony!

My sister is an academic librarian. Specifically, she works at a school with a large number of psychology grad students, many of whom study sports psychology. One of the graduate students she's friendly with needs to find a few more people to practice on in order to have enough clinical hours to be certified, and my sister asked me if I'd be willing to talk to her for an hour or so to help her out.

Let me repeat that: I get a free hour of sports counseling. She can help with things like goal setting, motivation, emotional regulation, dealing with the pressure of performance, and incorporation of imagery into sports routines.

This woman emailed me late last week, and my motivation to deal with anything running-related is so low right now that it took me three days to answer her email.

Alanis Morisette should really work me into her song.

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2 comments:

  1. MarleneWed Mar 14, 11:04:00 AM EDT

    Enjoyed your post - it made me smile. I'm glad I'm not the only one occasional motivation issues :)

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  2. UnknownWed Mar 14, 01:55:00 PM EDT

    Poor girl, she may never graduate, ALL BECAUSE OF YOUUU!

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