November 29, 2009 By april
I hate to run. I’m just being honest here. I’ve always hated running. Hang on, let me back track. If running involves a ball on a court or field, then I enjoy it. In fact, I enjoy it a lot. I love the strategy and competition that comes with sports that involves running. Actual running, I’ve never understood.
I’m not going to say that I’m learning to love running. I haven’t. I actually kind of hate every.single.second. while I run.
So, why then have I bought a pair of running shoes? Why have I asked for running gear for Christmas? Why have I been running?
I love the struggle that goes on within my mind while I run. I love the fact that my mind is screaming “STOP! YOU HATE DOING THIS!” while my body is saying, “I KNOW we can do this. Let’s keep going!” I love the, “She’s insane…she’s running for FUN” looks that I get sometimes when I run. These are the same looks that I used to give people. I love possibility that someone MAY see me and that MAY inspire him or her to take the step and become healthier. I love the feeling of accomplishment that my mind feels when I’m done. (Even though my mind was the one screaming for me to stop.) I love the that this is a challenge for me, and that even if I get to the point I may not feel challenged, I can always up the challenge by running a further distance.
And THAT is why I’ve been running. 
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