I run until I’ve finally made it somewhere, even if that somewhere is an unseen world. Who knew reality could be so unforgiving? Sometimes, my soul needs a break. I need a break.
Running has become a place where I can choose to either forget my problems or fix them. I let go of my emotions and my heart is exposed to the world for one single moment. To the real world, not this made up bullshit world that most of society falls for. It’s a shame not enough people know the world the way we do. The way we do. Runners. Believers. Go getters. Doers.
Sometimes I run and I cry. It’s an outlet of emotion and unwanted energy. When I get home I am revitalised. I am re-energized. I am detoxed. I am clean. Blood flows through my veins with the force of a river. My body is like an explosive landmine.
I run and I cry and I win without ever winning. Because, quite simply, I like it. Because I love the way my body deals with the challenge. I love the burn. I love feeling free. And I love the pain. It’s always a good pain.
I run and I think about the world’s problems. It’s often a burden but that only helps me train harder. I run under the pressure of the world’s problems and under the pressure of my lung’s capacity. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe. But I am in control. You are always in control.
I run and I wonder if I am crazy. I talk to God. People probably think I am talking to myself. Sometimes I do talk to myself. Sometimes I sing. I run and I sing and I repeat words over and over and over again until they have become a part of who I am. I pray for the people I love. I pray for strength and well-being and wisdom. I pray for peace. I pray that God would reveal the answers. I pray that others would understand that I do not run for nothing.
I run and I look at the birds and I breathe in the air and I am thankful. I am thankful to not live in Africa or have been born black and that I can run without the fear of being attacked or shot. It humbles me. Running reminds me that I can be whoever I want to be but I can’t choose who I am. It challenges the fact that I can’t choose but I can change. There is a difference.
When I run I become somebody new. See, I do change. Physically, emotionally and mentally. I remember why I started. I remember how far I have come. I learn to love my body. To love my mind. Running enables me to see that I am beautiful. Even though sometimes I don’t feel it and if I’m running then I probably don’t look it either.
I run and I pray for the people I love. For the people I can’t see and people who don’t know my name and will never want to. I pray for the safety of my friends who travel overseas. I want them to know that they are safe and that there is somebody who loves them and that being lonely happens but it’s all in your head. You aren’t lonely because I run and I think of you. I run and you are there with me. I run and I don’t give you the option to choose whether or not you want to be a part of my life.
I run because it helps me realize that life is just a blur of events and emotions. It has taught me that humans are fragile and powerless but at the same time we harness an energy that could change the world.
I run because I can. Because some people can’t. Because other people make excuses but I don’t. Because I have a purpose. Because I want to be fit and healthy. I run because we are often unfortunate and if I can do anything to better my chances of living a long and prosperous life then I will.
I run because I am selfish and sometimes I need to get away and be by myself. Because I love to be alone. Because loneliness means you are able to appreciate the world for itself. Because I am in love with nature. I am in love with nature and I am in love with you. Running brings me closer to You. It is a way of seeing the world. It takes me places.
I run because I want to. Because it’s where I find happiness. Because there is more to life than just living and we can be the difference. I run because that makes me a runner and I like being as many things as I can. I run because I am a Christian and I have a God. Because I am a writer and I need a place to take my thoughts. I need a place to call my home. Running is my home. It belongs to me and I don’t need to be selfish about the space we share together because this world is for everyone but some thoughts are just for me.
I run because three years ago I fell in love and I never once thought that it could change my life in the way that it has. I run because there is one person in my life that always has a way of being there without ever actually being there. I run because I can practice things I want to say, even though I know these things will never be said and that I am often irrational and loud and stupid.
I don’t know why I run when I need to face my problems. Maybe it’s because I need the answers. Because that’s what we’re all searching for.
Maybe I run because it is a beautiful experience to have amidst our search for hope and love and faith. Running is beautiful. And so are you.