Not sure if this helps or not. My running journey is of salvation. I despised running in high school avoided track stuck with field. However, running was in my genes from my mom and dad. In high school my depression started. I became anorexic, couldn't appreciate my body image, was manipulated at times, and laughed at. I did dumb things to please others. Entering college I was alone I was protected from my family my whole life. I retreated to the gym everyday at college and grades slipped. I was the opposite of the Freshmen 15. I grew in a dark hole at this time. Contemplated taking my life every day. Tried to reach out, but little voice I had. Tried but stooped at the last minute fear took control of my life.
After first year of school I returned home. That summer changed me. Met a summer worker at work who introduced me to road racing. I trained and trained for my first 5K. When I ran it I was hooked I knew I be back next year running the 8 mile race and I did.
My running has been plauged by injuries. Almost tore my Achilles after doing a triple 20 after ending my relationship with my first girlfriend.
I despised running for two years after that, gained massive weight, went into a really bad funk, and went on psych meds.
A little over a year ago I am back into it again. I realize running must be balanced. I must use it as an outlet and a way to clear my mind. However, like my life it must be balanced to achieve goals and recognize that obstacles will bring you down. However, you can rise up stronger than ever from the ground.