Why do I like to run?
I mean, why would anyone?
I scroll through social media and see all these memes about not running. I look at them and just have to shake my head, because those who don’t run are greatly missing out.
Sure, it’s hard work, and definitely ‘fun’ at first glance. To me, though, it’s perfect.
I don’t run to stay in shape; I run because running is ME. I feel my feet hit the ground and feel it align with the rhythm of my breathing. I feel hot and sweaty and disgusting, but that’s just the best feeling. I feel aches and pains throughout my body, as all runners do, but I push through them with ease because I have learned to, like anything, and I’m strong. Runners are strong.
I’m proud to call myself a runner, and I’m proud every time I finish a race, whether it be 800 meters or 6 miles. I’m proud of the technique I have developed in running different distances, a technique that works.
Not every run leaves me feeling fulfilled, and every time that I leave without satisfaction just leaves me hungry for more; I know that I’ll do better next time.
And racing. Racing is stressful, and sometimes I wish that I hadn’t signed up for it, but once I’ve started, I fly. I dodge and zigzag through and pass people, some races more than others. When it’s track or cross country, my peers, I waste a little energy whispering “good job” as I pass, because every runner, even my competitors, is my team. I’m not different to them, and they’re not different to me. We’re simply all runners. We all love it, and we all spent a heck of a lot of ourselves getting to where we got.
Running, in a way, reflects TM, and it definitely prepared me. For a year and a half I studied for
an important test without knowing it, and I’m glad I did.