I find that I stumble over my words when asked why I run. It’s not that I don’t know why; it is because I find it difficult to relay ALL the reasons why – especially when I often have a small 10-20 second window of time to explain.
Running means something different to me each day. Running can be that hour I need to clear my head or have some alone time after a long day. When I was deployed, running made me feel a bit less homesick. Other days I run because it’s a key workout that will help me reach one of my goals. The next day it could be that I’m in the mood to sweat and put myself through a bit of pain. Some days, I get out of bed because the most spectacular sunrise is calling me.
How can I ever possibly put all of this into words for somebody who never experienced it before?
Running is not my life. It will never be. My boys, my husband, my family, my friends…that is my life. But running plays a huge part. It has for over 10 years. I can only hope that it continues to do so throughout the rest of my life.
Running answers questions. It listens. Running lets me be angry or happy or sad. It lets me be myself without judging. Running is my companion. Silent, yet always there.
So Why Do I Run?
I run because makes it me happy.
I run because I feel lost without it.
I run because I love the excitement of racing.
I run because I feel like I can conquer the world after a good workout.
I run to fill a void that nothing else can possibly fill.
I run because when I do, the world around me becomes quiet.
I run because I love it.
Why Do You Run?