I want to run. I’ve wanted to run for years. I’d start, and then stop. I’d make progress, then I’d give up. I think park of me was afraid to succeed at something. Deep down, I’d always felt a little bit of a failure, so I just assumed that I would fail at running as well. So I’d sabotage myself.
I’ve joined a running group and I’m really excited about it. But it’s also got me thinking about why I want to run.
For years, I’ve held myself back. From lots of things. I’ve tried to blend in, to go unnoticed. I’ve never been very confident in who I am because of how I look. Or, more accurately, of how I see myself. Logically, I know that I am not hideous, but sometimes, I can’t help but to feel that way.
But I’m getting off track. This is about why I want to run. And I want to run because I can. Because I know, deep down, that it will free me. It me make me stronger, happier, healthier, and better. I will be confident in who I am. I want to feel the accomplishment of doing something that is a challenge. I want to challenge myself to be better.
I know that running is not a panacea. It will not fix everything. But it will be the push to change, to live the life I’ve wanted to live.