People often ask me why I run. Most of these people do not run themselves. They want to know why I get up at the crack of dawn to run before I start my day at work or with my family. They wonder why I would ever want to run another marathon, or any race for that matter. I think they think I’m half crazy (and I may very well be!).
I know why I started running - I had compleatly lost myself dealing with the death of my then husband and I found running during that dark time of my life.
But why do I still run? I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why I run.
I enjoy it 98% of the time. I like how it makes me feel and I like that it allows me to eat chocolate or drink beer every now and then without gaining a ton of weight. I like that it challenges me, in every aspect. That’s not really why though. I mean... It isn’t something that feels good 100% of the time, in fact, sometimes it makes me hobble around the house like an old lady. It even makes me miserable at times. I feel like I’m a better person when I’m consistently running though. I feel like I’m better equipped to handle all of the crazy and wonderful things that life throws my way.
My life from sun-up to sun-down is full of distractions- my son needs help tying (or untying) shoes, or a science project, responsibilities in my roll at work, church, meals, laundry, this new blogging/social media project of mine, parent/teacher conferences, emails, carpools, practices, rehearsals, the list goes on and doesn’t end. And this isn’t the case just for mothers, but for everyone- work responsibilities, family, all of it. Life.is.hectic.
Luckily, before sun-up or late in the evening, I have a time all my own. In the dark, in the quiet, just me. I sweat, my endorphins flow, I’m breathing fresh air deep into my lungs. It’s the best. If I had the ability to give this gift to every person out there, I would!
There’s just something about running that works for me and I don’t know how else to explain it. I want people to understand why I spend so much time and energy pounding the pavement by myself. Is it selfish? Maybe, but maybe not. Maybe it’s more selfish if I don’t do it, because then I don’t have the energy to run around with my son, sanity to sing a song 10 times in a row with him or the patience to deal with friendships.especially since I haven’t been running much during this recovery. It’s not something that I ever thought I’d miss, but I DO, oh I do! I’ve been struggling lately to actually get out the door to log the miles though. I’m tired, it’s cold, the house is a mess, my son wants my attention… all excuses. None of which are good reasons. This whole not running lately thing has left me thinking about why I’ve been bailing lately and why I started running to begin with. Which led me back to the question... Why do I run? I've been down in such a slump with my injury lately that I NEEDED this reminder tonight, I needed to remember why I do this and what it is about running that I love. Don't ever outrun your joy of running...remember that!
With my training starting in just a few weeks again, I figured it was time to really about WHY I do this. Training takes a lot out of me, I already know this – I’m going to miss out on fun things with my family and friends while I’m out doing long runs or night runs, I’m going to hurt some days, I’m going to wake up early to run and miss out on sleep, I’ll be exhausted. I guess what it all boils down to, is that running just makes me happy. Running challenges me both physically and mentally. Running gives me something to constantly strive to be better at. Running makes me feel things that nothing else can quite compare to. Just like other things in life, there are struggles that go along with it, but the struggles make the good times that much better. Remember the why.....
Dream Big. Work Hard.
Why do you run?