Why do we run til we puke, get cramps like death, and then go back to our workplace on Monday morning with no recognition of our previous weekend's feat and no understanding of why we bother? Maybe it's the smile that will cross our faces as we grimace and slide into our chairs thinking about our race.
Perhaps for some people it's a way to get in shape, for others a way to see the world from a different perspective, to meet others just as crazy as we are, or even to chase a pipe dream of the sport lifestyle.
|my usual training partner.|
So why am I out there at 5 to get a run in? Maybe it's the smell of the fresh air, the sounds of my footsteps through mud, ice, dirt and leaves. It's a challenge, an obstacle I put in front of myself. When I cross the finish line I can look back proudly at what I've done, how far I've come. I learned so much getting to the finish line--not only about running, but about myself, my guts and what I am made of.
The truth is, we all need goals to keep moving; we need challenges and obstacles to overcome. We need these things to help us feel more alive, to make each day a little more satisfying. Stepping out my door, onto the road, onto the trail and up to the start line; these are the things that leave me satisfied at the end of the day.
I am an athlete. What other reason do we need?
Go get those miles.