Today's run was straight. Straight and flat. Sounds ideal, yes. But ideal conditions take away everything that I love about running, and more specifically endurance running. I love the idea of enduring more.
Some people run for time or for a new "PR." (personal record) Others run to lose the weekend calorie surplus or the last holiday's extra serving of pie.
I run to think. And I run to see.
Running is the perfect time to get things straight in my head and figure out what is really going on in my life. Now, these days, I have plenty of time to figure out the answers to life's questions because I get to run between 4-6 hours per day. But at the same time, there is not a finish line you reach where you have it "all figured out."
So, where does that leave my purpose for running?
One answer keeps coming up when I ask myself this question. (Which happens to be several times a day for the past month or so.)
Who cares? I love running. I love the effect it has on my psyche. I love seeing the things I see while running whether it be the mountains of New Mexico, or the vast nothing-ness of a desert, or even the things that I've seen everyday while running the same 7 mile trail loop over and over and over back in Richmond because that's all I had when it came to trails around a major city.
I run for the journey. Not for the finish line...although, I'm sure I will welcome the end of this cross country journey.
My body feels good, no chronic aches or pains. Everyday I wake up fresh, wonder where my legs will take me today and at what point I will start to hate running. And every night, I go to sleep wondering why I don't hate running.
There are many different takes on running and why you do or do not take part in it. None of them are wrong, but this is why I run.