I think that sometimes we only talk about the good parts of running,
as if there weren’t any bad parts. Running sucks. It does. It makes your
legs hurt, your lungs hurt, and just about every other part of your
body. Your body basically feels like a moving bucket of ouch. You can’t
breathe, you sweat in your eyes, you smell gross, and you can’t hang out
with your friends because you spend 99.9% of your free time running.
Just running. Some days when you do intervals, you want to
cry. You want to lay on your back in the middle of the track and scream
at the sky because it’s been forever since your times improved and you
literally in that moment, want nothing more than to improve. But
something keeps you on your feet, and you hobble over to the water
station and when your coach tells you to, you get your ass back on the
line and you f@^ing run your heart out.
But that is what running is. You hate it, you despise it, but it’s
become a part of you. No matter how much it hurts and drives you to the
ends of hell and back, you would never let it go. You need it, when you
don’t run you feel lost and confused. It makes you cry it makes you
angry, but it makes you, you.
Because it is who you are.
KEEP TRACK OF MY RUNNING ON
