Mojos are everywhere these days or at least the talk and writing about it. It might be the change of season, but on nearly every running blog I read about motivation or the lack thereof. Last Sunday Julie posted a fantastic article, asking what type of animals our Mojo are. We surely had a lot of fun with that! Just yesterday, Gareth found his Mojo behind the sofa!
I’m rarely lacking Mojo these days. If you do lack motivation, UnsportyWoman’s post might help you! Some fabulous tips hiding there.
While reading all those posts and reflecting during my slow runs, it seems to me that there isn’t much difference between “Mojo” and “Muse”. I’m a huge fan of “Muses” in the way Stephen King describes them in his book “On Writing”:
“There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement kind of guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment for him to live in. You have to do all the grunt labor, in other words, while the muse sits and smokes cigars and admires his bowling trophies and pretends to ignore you. Do you think it’s fair? I think it’s fair. He may not be much to look at, that muse-guy, and he may not be much of a conversationalist, but he’s got inspiration. It’s right that you should do all the work and burn all the mid-night oil, because the guy with the cigar and the little wings has got a bag of magic. There’s stuff in there that can change your life. Believe me, I know.”
This is exactly what happened to me and my running Mojo – which I call Muse from now on! I’ve now been running consistently for nearly 1.5 years, without injury. I love each day, each morning I get to run a little bit more. In the beginning, my Muse wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Of course not, I’m thinking now … she didn’t know where and when I would appear! I was just hoping that I might get to meet her. Now she knows where to find me. She appears nearly every time I head out. Sometimes she sprinkles fairy-dust over me and magic happens. I feel light and run without effort over shimmering grass fields. I get to play and laugh with her. I get to explore and find beauty in the forest, along the shore or in simple things like a clear night sky with stars.
So yes … I really think we can compare Mojo and Muse. My Muse definitely has that bag of magic and it surely did already change my life.
What’s your take on this? Do you have a running animal Mojo or maybe a fairy-dust sprinkling Muse or do you think all is nonsense and never lack motivation?