Jay’s comment to me about the half marathon “It’s not like you’re running for me…” got me wondering – why do I run?
It started out as a whim. A friend of mine and I had started counting calories earlier in the year, we took spin classes and weight classes together. Then out of the blue she called and said “I think we should train for a 5K, I’ve just found this program online.”
It was, of course, the Couch to 5K program. We decided to skip the first two weeks, since we didn’t exactly fit the “couch” description. We were active; we just didn’t have any stamina to run. We signed up for our first race, but part of the way through the training she was sidelined and couldn’t compete with me.
I remembered being nervous and excited – my only goal was to run the entire 5K, no walking in between. I had run 3 miles in training, but always on a track. The course was hilly, but I managed to meet my goal.
After my first race – I was hooked. It was probably the rush of setting a goal then pushing myself to meet it. I finished 11th out of 16 in my age group, but I’d never felt more like a winner in my life.
Why do I run?
I run for me.
I run for weight loss/maintenance.
I run for health.
I run for the high.
I run for the sense of accomplishment.
I run for my niece and nephew.
My niece, who’s 5, has already said she wants to run races like her Aunt Boo.
My nephew, who’s 16 months, was unofficially diagnosed with asthma this week. Instead of getting upset about it, my sister told my mom “If Brooke can have it, and go on to run a half marathon, its not gonna hold him back.”
That makes me incredibly proud. So I guess it all comes back to…
I run for me.
What about you?