Thursday, August 11, 2016

Why do I run?

Why do I run? Why do I constantly push my body to its breaking point? Why do I insist on doing an activity that causes my knees to hurt, my feet to swell and my mind to question my own existence? Why do log in countless miles across seemingly dangerous terrain? Why do I bring my stomach to points of wrenching agony? 

"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." Friedrich Nietzsche

I find life amongst the constant suffering when running. Running brings not just joy, but it also continually brings out newly discovered personality traits about myself. The views are stunning and beautiful. I've seen places, wildlife, climbed mountains and trekked through areas people don't normally get to experience. I run because it helps me feel free, helps me feel like I'm living. It gives me a healthy reminder why I am here on this earth for such a brief time in our worlds history. I run because it helps me breath new life into my lungs and it helps me battle self doubt. Running isn't a way to prove anything to anyone, but it is a way to prove me wrong because I know I can. I know I can be so much more than I am right this second. I know I am capable of greatness and running has given me the knowledge, the power, the self confidence, the tools to succeed in my dreams and aspirations. Running has given me purpose, it has helped me reach forward when I didn't feel I could. This strenuous sport has given me peace and has helped achieve a level of clarity that I never knew was possible. I feel zen when I am running, like the world and all existence seemingly stops for a brief moment. My lungs will take in more air and instead of just breathing, I feel thankful for each breath. I can actually feel the air fill my lungs like new life entering my body. 

So I ask the question again, why do I run? I run to live.