Not getting caught up on Numbers...

Where is this going...this is referring back to a few posts earlier. Not getting caught up on a recent number situation. I do not research people, research records, etc etc. I don't have the time, nor do I have the desire. I enjoy the process, push myself beyond what I think I can do, live, learn, challenge again and again for me.

I do believe in giving credit where credit is deserved - and I am happy to acknowledge and cheer for those who deserve it! It is good sportsmanship and good teamwork and all part of the learning growing process.

Why do I run? I run mainly for the pure enjoyement of the sport - and I enjoy it. Below is a good article...wish I wrote some of it myself because it does speak my mind a bit! Enjoy...

WHY I RUN

It’s a fair question; particularly if it comes up that you run long distances at obscene hours of the morning, even in cold weather. Why? It as posed most recently at work, when I didn’t have a chance to answer. So here’s my shot:

I run to avoid a mid-life crisis. I run for perspective that only comes on the other side, or inside a space created by several miles, a floating stride (when it does) and distance from daily responsibilities. I run for both a sense of peace and turmoil created by self-inflicted pain that is earned and somehow cleansing.

I run because we are what we do with our lives and how we act and I choose not to be someone who sits on their ass in front of a screen all the time in a flat screen reality. I run to connect places on foot, in sight, smells, sounds, and experience that deepens my connection to the world when I next drive by that same spot.

I run to experience life on my own terms, if only for a little while at the beginning of a day. I run early in the morning because I have to if I want to run and because I like how it distinguishes me from those sleeping in, and shows me a part of a town, a road, a trail, the landscape, that I’d have never seen otherwise. I run early for sunrises or to see what the sun sees as it just begins to peak over the horizon.

I run for stories, I run for camaraderie and shared experiences. I run because you know someone differently after you’ve run 10 or 20 miles with them than you could ever have known them otherwise. I run to be different and at the same time to have a shared bond with those who run.

I run because there are some things that I sue (and other people too) to define myself and I enjoy the label of being a runner, with whatever that means. I run, at times, to cross a finish line and know that I have accomplished something through will, effort fun, lows and highs, that is one of those things that can’t be handed to you.

I run to be outside. To feel or crunch the snow. To catch sight of a heron, fox, deer, turtle, eagle, owl, in their element. I run trails because it feels like where I should be. I run because I get something from it that feels both equal to and bigger than what I put into it.

I run because at some point, when we look at the sun (or product) of our life experience – family, relationships, love known or unknown, education, job, accomplishments, travel, books read, photos taken, beers/coffee drinks – running helps inform all of these things and is something I want in mine.