When things get tough, I turn to my family. Hugs and dinners with Mom. Conversations with my little sister. Watching TV on the couch with my Dad and Step Mom. Phone calls with my Aunt. Bitch sessions or tears with my girlfriends. Praying every morning on my way to work. Going to the beach alone. Writing. And…. RUNNING.
I run to prove to myself that I am strong. I am capable of achieving great things. I can stomp out whatever sadness and loss I’ve suffered with every step on that pavement. I can find elation in that adrenaline rush and peace with the exhaustion that follows.
I run towards the solution not away from the problem. I run more and I worry less…
Why do YOU run?