“There will come a day that you can no longer do this. Today is not that day.”
Yesterday, my housemate and I ran 8 miles. Was it fast? No. Was it easy? Of course not. Did we have fun? Well….it was nice to spend some time together, I suppose, though I can think of more pleasant ways to bond.
If that’s the case, why do I run?
I’ve thought about this a lot over my last couple of years of running, and I’ve come up with several reason. In reality, the reasons change depending on the season of life I’m in.
Running has been…my stress relief…my challenge…my therapy.
Running has gotten me through…busy times…down times…happy times…heartbreak…stress.
So, why do I run? A bunch of reasons, I guess. It’s a challenge; it’s a way that I push myself to the limit. But ultimately, I run because I love it. I run because it’s good for my body and it’s good for my soul. I run because I know that I won’t always be able to. I run because I can.