I run races - national races - because I want the medal at the end. 13.1 miles.. To get a fashionable hunk of metal strung on a piece of heavy-duty ribbon. Even 26.2 one time.. Nevermind that I hang them in my closet never to see the light of day again.
Well... That's not entirely true. I do have one floating around my car.
But I digress. I run races because of the perks... The medal. The shirt. The "swag bag" - and I hate that they call it that by the way. But I have no issue confessing to my affection for the race gifts.. I mean, I'm a self-admitted uncompetitive runner. I'm not out there trying to beat anyone. I have to do it for something though.
Talk with any runner and they will give you a reason why they run. From the most serious, professional runner to the casual, every-now-and-again runner. There's a reason. I fall under the latter. I'm not an every day runner. I'm not even an every week runner. I'm more like a run-when-I-get-the-urge runner.. Which can be pretty sporadic. Or when I start feeling guilty. I mean, I talk about running all the time. As a matter of fact, I work part-time at a running specialty store. I can't not run. It's almost like it's part of my job. But that doesn't matter sometimes. So when the guilt builds up, I hit the pavement.
Sometimes it's just like whatever gets you out there.. You use it to keep going.
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