On a run several weeks ago, I encountered a family pulling a little girl in a wagon. As I ran past, she said вЂњHi,вЂќ and I said вЂњHi,вЂќ back. Just as I got past her, she said, вЂњWhy are you running?вЂќ I was in the zone, and already gone by the time her words hit me. They stuck with me though. Why am I running? As I ran, I thought about this. My first thought was, вЂњBecause itвЂ™s fun.вЂќ This is trueвЂ¦sometimes. It can be fun, but any runner can tell you that itвЂ™s not fun 100% of the time. It can be hard, frustrating, painful, and downright maddening. All these things considered, it is also one of the most rewarding things IвЂ™ve ever done.
Anyone who knows about my background knows that I was never an athlete. Pushing my body to the limit, and accomplishing something on this level, gives me a joy that I never imagined. I am living a life I never thought possible, and it is thanks in large part to running. It sounds crazy, and sometimes I wonder why I do it. Then I remember the indescribable feeling I have when I accomplish something I never thought possible.
I used to see people running and think, вЂњThey are crazy! Why would you put your body through that?!вЂќ Now I know. I do it because is part of who I am. No matter how fast I go, no matter how far I go, I am a runner.
If you run, why do you do it? If not, insert any other physical activity you enjoy! Why do you do what you do?