Running has played a role in my life for almost as long as I can remember. Sometimes it’s role has been large, sometimes small, sometimes it’s been the glue that’s held me together, sometimes it’s been a casual jog with an old friend. I’ve been asked, from time to time, why I run. And for some reason I always have a hard time answering that question. I think it’s because, quite honestly, there are SO MANY reasons that I run. Here are just a few:
To achieve the goals I’ve set for myself.
Because it makes my heart filled with joy.
To appreciate the body that I’ve been blessed with.
So I can better process this journey known as life.
Because I am able to.
To push myself and become faster.
Because it makes me feel strong.
To speak with God.
For stress relief.
To feel FREE.
Because it is a sport that rewards sweat and pain with joy and elation.
And the lighter reasons:
Because the clothes are cute.
I love running shoes. Period.
Because I have zero athletic ability (i.e. hand-eye coordination)
Why do you run?