I'm sitting here performing my hall supervision duties (a.k.a. - "other duties assigned") and I just keep replaying in my head why I started running. Obviously, everyone's impetus and motivation behind running varies, but here's mine:
About 2 years ago, my breathing became really labored. After self-diagnosing, I decided to finally go to my doctor. Long story short....he thought it was probably a mild form of anxiety attacks. Exercise and cutting down on caffeine intake was the prescription. That, and a mild sedative. Not crazy about my doctor. Basically, I get a prescription every time I leave his office. I'm not a big believer in that. Tried to limit the caffeine, but there's a Starbucks both near my house and across the street from school (shocking, huh?). That's reason #1. My health.
The other is my iPod. I got it as a gift and, the only good use I had found was listening to it in the car and while I mow the lawn. I figured since I need exercise and I have a $200 musical paperweight, I'd hit the road.
I mentioned this to my sister and she mentioned the Couch to 5K plan last June. Tried it, hated it, but I stuck with it. It wasn't until about week 8 where I had my "A-ha! Moment" where it all came together. You know where you run and you get into the meditative state where the miles just don't seem to matter? That was me. Thinking about life, school, etc. and just forgot about how many more yards I had to go. I just kept running and blew by my personal finish line. That's when I got hooked.
I stray from time to time and other parts of my life take precedent, but running is still a constant as much as possible. It keeps me centered, it keeps me focused, and it pushes both my mental and physical capacities.
Plus, I get a t-shirt for every race that I run.
So that's it. That's why I lace em up every other morning and head out.
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