During the last four years of my life I have gained quiet an affection toward running. You heard me right...running. Call me Forrest Gump if you want, but I can run and run and run and run. I love it. Through all the professional struggle I have been through in the last two years running has become my escape. Sure, you think I'm nuts. Running is so boring, running hurts your knees, running is too hard. I've heard it all, but for some strange and cosmic reason running has become my own personal catharsis.
Running is more than just exercise for me. Yes, it keeps me in shape, but it also let's me to eat whatever I want, and has made my stomach four pack-ish. When I'm out plodding along on a dirt trail, a blacktop path, or on the street, running is a means for my mind to ease itself into a kind of mobile meditation. It allows for me to leave my worries behind. It lets me see clearly and gives my body and mind a chance to align themselves into a single cohesive unit. Ying becomes Yang, and visa versa.
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| This foot was made for running! |
People have asked me why I run so much, and usually I tell them it is because I can and I'm good at it. Running helps boost my confidence and allows for me to feel good about something in my life. Through all the negativity and garbage my professional life has been through, it is very nice to know that I am good at something and that other people show genuine astonishment at what my body can do. I don't run to win races, or to make others feel bad about their lack of running. I run for no one else but myself. I'm proud to call myself a runner.
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