Running is one of those things when you tell someone you like to run they look at you like you're crazy. You probably are. Distance running is something that takes a certain amount of insanity. It's what makes it so addictive. Running is an addiction there's no doubt. There's something about your feet hitting the pavement as the sun rises, the sound of your breath mixed with birds chirping, the dust rising with each step as you push your way up the mountain.... There's something about running that nothing in the world can replace. There's this feeling you get at the top of a hill when you look back and think to yourself "I just rocked that hill! Take that!", the feeling at the finish line when your emotions are crazy and you don't know whether to laugh or to cry.
Running gives you a sense of accomplishment. Whether you just accomplished your first three mile run, or you just qualified for the Boston marathon, running is about YOU and what your body can do. No one can take away the feelings and confidence that running can give you. Running is my love, my passion, my obsession and my drug. I love to run. I love running when its just a short 30 minute shake-out run. I love running when its a 6-mile tempo. I love running when I look outside and the temperature reads 2*F but I'm in the middle of training season so I bundle up and head out anyway.
I don't know where I would be if I could not run. But I didn't always love it this much. It's a love/hate relationship. It's something that will grow and become a part of you. So don't give up if you hate it, or if there's some days where you just can't get your butt out the door. Some days are just like that. I've had my share of sitting on my front steps dressed and ready to run...but somehow just stuck. But if you can push past that annoying voice in your head and take those first steps, you will not regret it.
I run because it's the time that I make friends with myself, I learn about who I am. I run because it's a place and time where the world melts away and all that is alive is me and the sound of my breath. I run because its Who I Am.
Why do you run?