July 23, 2011

I Run Because...

I run because I don't need to dress up to hit the pavement.
I run because I like waking up sore the next day.
I run because I don't know what'd I do with all that free time if I didn't run.
I hit the pavement because the road doesn't care how my day went, it doesn't need me to spill my problems, it doesn't offer a listening ear to everything that seems to be going wrong...but somehow at the end of the run my day turns for the better, my problems feel smaller, and I feel like I don't need to talk about everything that is going wrong anymore.
I run because physically, I have every reason not to, and I love breaking through the expectations of other people.
I run because I need to.
I run because I'm not coordinated enough to play any other sports.
I run because the muscle I've built would turn to fat if I didn't.
I run because it's a habit I can't break.
I lace up my shoes every day because the road is waiting. The sun is rising. The wind is whispering. And the sky is high above me. And when it all comes down to it, that's the only thing that matters to me while I'm running. It's me and the world, unsheltered, unobstructed, the wind in my face and the sun on my back. That's why I run.

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