In my early 20’s running was a consistent part of my life. I didn’t have to think about it, I just ran. It most likely stemmed from my college-conditioning program and managed to play a role into my late 20’s. Then I took a dreaded office job and all that changed.
Spending time seated at a desk caused my hip flexors to seize up, my hamstrings grew weak and they became angry with me anytime I tried to engage them. Running then became more of chore and a miserable activity.
For the next few years I dabbled in running. Sometimes it went well, most of the time I was miserable. I enrolled in races thinking that would give me more drive and motivation. I felt discouraged at each race because I was no longer able to perform they way I did in my early 20’s and I did not enjoy running any more. It was no longer a way to blow off steam, it was real work and I would do almost anything to avoid.
After many personal setbacks, huge shifts in my personal life I was forced to refocus the way I perceived everything. Relationships changed, my career shifted, my outlook and purpose about life gained a whole new meaning. As things started to settle and fall into place I then decided to shift my training regimen, adjust my attitude towards running, and that is when I found a new purpose for running that was not about me.
I run for those who can’t.
I run for those with Cystic Fibrosis.
I run for those with cancer.
I run for those physical limitations that have never pounded the pavement.
I run to Feed.
I run to help save lives.
With this purpose at the forefront of my mind running became less of a chore and more of a pleasurable activity.
What do you run for? (leave a comment below!)