Running makes me a better person. Call me crazy if you want, but it really does. I really like the person I am when I run. I like the voice inside my head telling me that I can make it one more mile and motivating me not to give up. She believes in me.
With every step, I become a better person, a kinder person to my mind.
Today, I was running three miles, and after about 0.6 miles, I was over it. But I just kept telling myself to keep going… keep pushing. While I think it is perfectly okay to stop if needed, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to prove to myself that I can do hard things, even if it hurts.
It’s mind over matter.
Running is 100% mental, and always will be for me. It’s a sport where I solely get to focus on myself. It’s me against me. It’s a moment in time where my mind feels free of all negative burdens.
It’s the version of myself I strive to be. So, I run. Run until every bit of me gives out.