I run because it’s my way out. When life seems impossible, in the corner of my room I see my way out; my running shoes. I am convinced that stress is my fuel. My best, most impeccable and unforgivable runs have taken place when my world seemed to be falling apart. I find refuge in each step I take. Each mile is a problem left behind, a struggle forgotten, a moment of complete peace.
I run because of health. My entire life has revolved family health issues. From diabetes & high blood pressure to strokes, heart attacks, & mental illnesses. From my dad’s side of the family, there hasn’t been a single person that hasn’t died of heart problems. As a child, hearing about another family member being hospitalized due to a heart attack or stroke was not out of the ordinary. In fact, health wasn’t that important to me until I saw my dad hooked to what seemed every machine in the world after his quadruple bypass surgery. Although I still struggle with many life threatening family health issues, that’s when I decided I wouldn’t let my genetics and family history determine the outcome of my life. I have promised myself that I will try my hardest to beat the odds.
I run because others can’t. There are people that would do anything to be able to walk down the bathroom alone or simply have the ability to move. As a physical therapy student we learn each day of conditions and diseases that hinder the ability of people to even function independently and I find it saddening how we take our perfectly capable bodies for granted. So I run for them too…
I run because it makes me feel confident. I run because I am the happiest when I do. I run because it challenges me. I run because it helps me appreciate nature. I run because it keeps me sane. I run because it keeps me fit. I run because it is my time. I run because it is my passion.