Why do I run?
As I break through the entrance to the forest, I know it is likely that after 400 meters I will not see another living sole until I return 90 minutes later - no demands on me, no interaction with others; only birds and running water, my own thoughts and poundings, and quiet.
Sometimes I go for a run and at the end look at my watch only to be amazed not at how fast the run was, but how easy it felt the whole time even though it was fast - rolling.
I don't run to look better. I run for better health yes, but only because better health is a bonus benefit. If tomorrow they said that running more than 50 miles per week would cut your life short, I'd head out on my 12 mile Wednesday run just like always and plan the other runs including the long on one Sunday.
Running is euphoria. Running is a true test of man against nature. Running allows you to monitor your body like no other activity. Running is competing - with yourself and others, but competing with yourself is the main goal. You just go and go and go some more - you hit the crest and see from atop the hill the wide span of land below which you feel you can cover in a matter of seconds, but it will take longer, and you are GLAD that it will. Today's run is only 8 miles - damn! I wish I were further along in the training so I could go more. 4 more days until that long run - I can't wait. Crap, maybe I should throw this training aside and just run insane distances every day. I would if not for goals. The goal to prove fitness. The goal to hit times. The goal to run a better, smarter, faster race than last time. The goal to learn how to go even faster the next time.
The speed
The power
The freedom
The fluidity
The introspection
The majesty
AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, I WOULD RUN TO THE MOON AND BACK IF I COULD, AND WHEN I RETURNED I WOULD HATE THE VERY MOMENT I SLOWED TO A WALK!!!!
CAN I GET AN AMEN?!