Thoughts on the “sport” of running…
Running is the most raw form of exercise you can ever do.
Acknowledging that exercise made by decision, is a relatively new thing to man-kind. The human has been doing this since before we were even humans.
Something about it makes me want to beat on my chest like our ape ancestors.
I’ve only been doing this for a few years. 2018, being the first year I ever decided to track my runs. I’ve never ran much further than the distance of a half marathon in one go.
Those times I did run that long of a distance, made me question whether I should ever run again. 13 miles in, and I can’t decide if I should celebrate running that far, or curl up in a ball and wait for the nausea to wear off.
I’ve been almost hit by over 10 different idiot drivers, actually hit by 1 super idiot driver (I was okay! Kept running), Charged at by 2 bucks, and had 1 full body hive reaction while running. All within the last year.
But still, no matter how many times I tell myself “Fuck that, never doing that again” I still do it again. In fact, just writing about it right now is making me want to go on a run.
It’s awesome.
There’s a few reasons why I think that I’m so in love with the sport.
- Lack of crazies:
I’ve got to know quite a few runners, and I’ve yet to come across crazy people.
You know when you start a hobby, and you see someone else doing that hobby, and you don’t want to be remotely associated with that person, so you stop the hobby.. That moment hasn’t happened yet for me and running.
- I feel accomplished:
When I’ve ran a half marathon, not only is it super easy to fall asleep after. It’s easy to fall asleep happy about what I did with my day.
- Thinking time:
This is the biggest one for me. Once I’m a few miles in, I am usually in some sort of zen state. I got my rhythm going, the music I’m playing is good enough to be background music, and I just think with a super clear mind.
- Keeps me in check:
I have an ego problem. When you put a 30 degree slope in front of me for 800 metres that I’m crawling up at the end of, it’s tough to have an ego. I just got defeated by a fucking hill.
