I'm launching the Why I Do What I Do series today. Missed the introduction? Just click here to catch up.
I laced up a new pair of running shoes the other morning. They're so clean, so white, so comfortable, and so full of promise.
Of course, then I ran in them. Immediately I questioned my good senses. Why, I huffed, do I do this to myself?
Because running gives me a goal to work toward, even if that goal is to reach the next mailbox.
Because it teaches me that when you put one individual step in front of another -- and another -- miles can add up.
Because it shows me that failure, even significant and embarrassing failure, doesn't break a person.
Because if I'm sucking wind, I look at the vast sky, think about all that oxygen out there, and am reminded of God's abundance.
Because it prompts me to be grateful that my legs move and my heart pumps as it should.
Because it keeps my emotions and mental health stable and toned, not just my body.
Because no matter how challenging or painful a particular run is, I've never once regretted it once I'm finished.
Do you run or exercise? If so, why?