Ten-ish years ago I was a slow, red-faced, duck-footed beginner but after a decade of very consistent running, strength training, races and persistence, I’m proud to say I am still a slow, red-faced, duck-footed runner.
I’m the slowest member of every running group I belong to. And somehow, that’s never bothered me. I run for time to think, mental health, a sense of personal achievement and the endorphins that fuel the rest of my day. I run because running makes me a better person. All the reasons I love to run actually have nothing to do with the run itself. And that’s something that’s hard to articulate, but … it remains true. I don’t run because I love running. I run because I love who I am after a run.
Why do you run?