I apologize that I don’t have the source of this. I saw it while I was looking around on my phone, snapped a picture of it real quick, and deleted the link. If anyone else has seen it, let me know where it’s from, please, and thank you.
I run because it keeps me sane. My mind can go anywhere it wants, good thoughts, bad thoughts, frustrating, stressful thoughts- by the end, every thing is resolved and my day can start off right.
I run because it has helped me become healthy. I started running to prove people wrong. I keep running to keep proving myself wrong. Every day is a challenge, every morning is a competition with myself to be the happiest, healthiest person I can be.
I run because someday I won’t be able to. I didn’t want to wake up one day and be 70 years old, wishing that I had put on some sneakers, and experienced the fresh air that comes with every step.
I run because it has helped my social life, love life, and every other aspect of my life. I’ve met new people in races, made new friends through blogging, and have become pretty good at the friendly hello to other runners. I’m more confident in myself, and in my body- not because it’s smaller but because I know what it is capable of. My love life is better, because, well, runners are sexy.
I run because even after the worst nights, days, fights, heartaches- the pavement will always be hard below my feet, the air will always be refreshing, my sneakers will always feel familiar, and a few miles will always put me back in my place.
Why do you run?