The other day, as I was rolling out after lifting, I couldn’t help but feel great about myself. I was sore and exhausted, but that feeling of being back at work on the track and in the gym made all that fade into the background.
When someone asks me why I love to run, I usually reply with “I do and I don’t”. Which is true, in a sense. I don’t particularly love running in and of itself. But, I do love the feeling of crossing the finish line and seeing a new PR, of crushing a hard workout and knowing that most people would have given up, of feeling fit and healthy and motivated to keep pushing. I love everything that running gives me, but just so you know, I am slowly learning to like running. I’m sure the love will come later.