I had a moment of revelation earlier this week…
I think I probably started running to get in shape and lose weight, but it’s not completely about that for me anymore.
I run because it is the one thing in my life that is guaranteed to impress most people.
Otherwise I’m not particularly proud of where I am in life. I have a college education, sure, but I’m not using it (and I wasted a bunch of my parents money in the process). I have a job, yes (for which I am grateful) but it’s a job a high schooler could do, assuming it doesn’t put them to sleep first. I live in a town I don’t really like. I’m working and taking classes, putting myself through hell, so that I can get a degree I will enjoy using and can be proud of.
But I also run.
Which is something most people aren’t willing to put themselves through. It takes a level of commitment most people don’t care to give. It certainly isn’t fun, but I love the feeling of accomplishment after I’m done. Most people deem it too hard and I can impress people by telling them I run 13 miles at a time. Telling them I work at a library just doesn’t quite garner the same interest.
But tell me. Why do you do what you do?