Why do I run?

Why do I run?

I haven't always been a runner. I'm not entirely convinced I am one now, but I call myself a runner in the belief that I will become a runner, if I try hard enough.

I don't run fast and I don't run amazing distances, but I run because it is fun, I can, I should and it is my me time, away from everything except the song on my iPhone or my breathing.

I pull on my running shoes, tie my hair in a pony and on sunny days don a cap, and off I trot. Slowly, slowly shufflingly full of effort I drag myself along the street, and I LOVE it.

I don't care that I look sweaty and uncoordinated, I just love the feeling that running brings to me. I love the feeling of wanting to run again the minute I finish a run, and I love the idea that every time I am out there running I am getting faster and better and leaner.

I started running to help me lose weight and become healthier. I did it for my body as well as my mind, needing something that could help me drop some kilos and drop some of the depression and anxiety that had been trying to swallow me.

A year down the track, the kilos have gone (some popped back on, but they are on their way out again!) a few struggles with injuries, but the love affair with running is still strong. My body and mind are stronger and I feel more comfortable in my own skin.

I run because it makes me feel alive, it makes me feel healthy, it calms me. I run because I am a runner.

Why do you run?

I'm going to try and have a few guest posts from fellow BMR asking why they run. If you are interested in sharing please pop me an email.

I run because I am a runner.