Sometimes You Just Want a Hamburger. - The days when I am really sick of myself, I just want a hamburger. This is how I can tell exactly how sick of myself I am- by how badly I want to sit down...
Monday, May 2, 2011
I run because
I run because it changes me. Those times when I want to stop and sit down, but my mind and body go on auto-pilot and push on and find what's on the other side of quit.
I run because life throws so much shit at you that you have no control over, whereas I choose to run, I choose that test, that challenge and what it asks of me and how I respond.
I run because when I am hopping tree roots and slipping down singletrack, single-file between people I've never met, all at the same cadence, breathing in the trail and each others' collective energy, I know there is something more and larger than me.
I run because I see places and meet people and learn and experience things that I could not any other way.
I run because sometimes I wonder if I can and there is only one way to find out.
I run because it connects my feet to the earth and the air and water. It is elemental and so am I, and together we remember.
I run because of the experience of traveling to a race with a group of friends and the finish line re-living, re-telling; a post-race meal or beer together; and traveling home together, changed a little.
I run because there are times, sometimes, where there is only motion and breath and the world and I are...