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Why I Run

It is 3pm.
I am done with classes for the day, and I don’t have work.
It is cold and slippery-slick outside.
I have a massive load of homework and my student teaching application to fill out.
I am recovering from a cold and still hacking up my lungs.

What do I decide to do?

I go running.

Yes, I am insane.

I like to consider myself a health nut, but the truth is, I’m not a nut…maybe a legume of some kind, but not a hard, salty peanut. I don’t want to train for marathons like my dad. I do not participate in track.
So why do I run?

I thought about that today while I was changing my school clothes for my running gear. It began when I graduated high school and moved away from all I knew. My dad is a marathon runner and my younger sister was a varsity cross-country and track runner as a high-school freshman. I guess I was inspired by them and wanted to do better in keeping myself healthy and active.
In highschool, I used to go to work to relieve stress. I worked at a fast paced, family oriented pizza buffet and it kept me on my toes.

Now, I think that my reasons for running has changed.

I run because I can. I am healthy and fit enough to exert my legs. I run because I play volleyball and soccer and want to be at my peak.
I run because I like a challenge. Every day I try a different speed, or a different length, a different incline, or I include a couple stairs or suicides.
I run because I like the high–I feel good afterward, especially if I run without stopping once. The pink tinge it gives my cheeks, I feel makes me attractive. I run for self-confidence.

I run because I am stressed. I realize that now. I run because for the 45 minutes, I am only focusing on one thing–keep my body moving. Keep my feet plodding, listen to the music in my iPod cheering me on, keep my breathing steady. I can forget about everything elese–school work, work, challenges, social life, everything.

But, ultimately, I think I run because it is adventure. I don’t run on a track–I run outside, around the town. I take a different route everytime. Running, I am smooth. I am the wind. I am flying.  I am an adventurer, discovering new places, new people.

So, yes. Call me insane–I agree. But, I run because I want to.

BTW…this is my new mantra. I have it hanging on the wall in my room.
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Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Running Suicides

As an athlete, I have had my fair share of these aptly named drills–Suicides!

But I have been lucky enough not to have to subject myself to this “death run” since I was on the Varsity volleyball team in high school 3 1/2 years ago.

However, it is turning spring. I am on an intramural soccer team. During the whole school year, I have slacked off in my eating habits and my running habits.

I want to train myself again. Train myself in perseverance, in determination, etc.

Saturday, I went running–a short run to a nearby park. I stopped to stretch by the empty parking lot. The lines reminded me of the lines on the volleyball court I had to run back and forth between. Back and forth and forth and back.

Before I knew it, I was standing on the 1st white line of the parking lot with the Training Montage from the Rocky Story on my iPod. I was running a suicide!!!

Why? I asked myself after. Why would I do that if I didn’t have to?
My legs burned after only one suicide. I was out of breath. Slowly, I made my way to the grass to work on curlups.

I was about about to leave to finish my run home, when, again!, I found myself with “Training Montage” playing just as I suddenly appeared at the first white line again. I told myself, “No,” but my feet begged to run past the white line.

So, I ran a second suicide.

Though this time I could breath easy, my legs had melted. Ground and leg became the same, became fused. Finishing my last double-back, time slowed as I inched toward the starting line.

Why?

My legs are still sore today, but I’m glad of it. I’m just not used to running suicides anymore.

And now, I’ve found a new method of torture when running:
Today, when I ran, I did 25 ups and downs on a 25 step staircase south of campus. Not to bad, honestly, but by the end, my fastest speed was slower than those walking down the steps.

Why?

Because I want to get back into shape. Because I’m crazy. Because I know I can. Because I’m “suicidal.”

Take your pick! =)

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.