1. move at a speed faster than a walk, never having both or all the feet on the ground at the same time.
To me, it’s more than that. It’s passion. It’s my antidote to feel better.
I started running when I was 17-years old, soon after I found out my mother had been diagnosed with cancer. If I felt sad, I ran. If I felt happy, I ran. I didn’t quite understand what an impact running was making in my life until I got older.
The intensity of my sadness or happiness always decided how much or how fast I would run. It still does.
Nine years later, I am still running. I don’t run to lose weight or stay in shape. I run to be happy. It’s a way of life. It has become part of me. It defines me and it has made me the person that I am today.
When I run, all my problems fade away. The farther away I run, the further away my problems get. I know that facing reality is part of being human but for some reason when I’m done running, everything seems easier. Life seems easier.
In my opinion, there’s nothing better than feeling like you are reaching a goal. Maybe running an extra mile or shedding off a couple of minutes from your previous run. It’s a sense of accomplishment and if I can do that, I can do anything.
Running is in some weird way, the friend who’s gotten me through the hardest parts of my life. It’s the friend who no matter what, I hope will always be there.
1. a way of life, a cure for sadness and a reward for happiness.