As I was on my after work run last night and my head was telling me that I can’t, I remembered something an old friend once told me about why she ran. Because I can. Because I am capable of running and exercising. Because there are people that physically can’t do it and it would be such a waste to be someone that CAN do it and to take that for granted.
That thought has stuck with me for a long time… She told me that right near the time we first met and that was in around about 2002 so it’s a sentiment that managed to stick in my brain for the last 11 years.
I was thinking about that as I ran last night. Because I can. I do this because I am capable of doing this. I have been blessed with mobility and perseverance (God knows I’ve used a lot of perseverance in the last while) and a time in my life that I have next to no commitments or demands on my time. I don’t have kids, I don’t have a significant other, my pet is pretty self-sufficient and I can work my 7.5 hours a day and then go home. This is not said to gloat of course, I know from the outside it looks like I’ve got it pretty easy and maybe comparatively I do. This is said because I think it would be grossly taking advantage of this time of my life and not pushing myself. I could go home and play with the kitty and have a nap and watch crappy tv while I eat crappy food… I’ve done it in the past and I COULD do it again… Or I could put my runners on, grab my ipod and go outside and run as hard and as fast and as long as my body will carry me that day because I can.