Running

In February I began a quest to start running.  This decision changed my life forever.  I must say it was not an easy thing to commit to.  I had many reasons not to do it.  Here are the reasons it took me so long to start running.  These thoughts played over and over in my head every day.


  • I can't run because I'll only make it a block before I get tired
  • I can't run because someone might see me struggle.
  • I can't run because I'm too fat.
  • I can't run because I don't have time.
  • I can't run because I have a bad back and it may injure it.
  • I can't run because I can't breathe when I run.
  • I can't run because shin splints hurt.
  • I can't run because my boobs are too big.
  • I can't run because I'm already on my feet for 10 or 12 hours a day at work.  Running will only put more strain on them.
  • I can't run because there's no way I will be able to work up enough stamina to make it worth it.
Let me tell you, even WRITING these excuses now is hard.  Seven months later, I have fallen in love with running.  It is my favorite way to exercise.  I even feel a bit obsessed.  Until I have gone running in a day, I think about when I'm going to have time to run.  If I skip it or don't have time for some reason, I think about my day and when I could have squeezed it in.  It's an obsession!  Now I'd like to list for you the reasons I love to run.

  • I run because I feel awesome when I'm done.
  • I run because I like to compete against myself.
  • I run because for the first time in my life I don't mind looking at my naked body in the mirror.
  • I run because running is the best stress reliever I have ever found. 
  • I run because I am proud of myself when I finish everyday.
  • I run because my ass looks fabulous.
  • I run because I like the looks I get from men.
  • I run because it gives me SO MUCH energy!
  • I run because I look good in my clothes.
  • I run because It feels good to know that I'm doing something I never thought I could.
  • I run because I feel strong.
  • I run because I'm not a moody bitch anymore.  I'm mostly on cloud nine and feel up to any challenge that comes my way.
  • I run because I sleep like a log.  <3
  • I run because when I was in highchool, the boys never like me.  They called me fat.

There are some of these reasons that are a bit superficial.  Who cares?  It's true.  I run to look good.  I run to feel good.  As long as I'm running, what does it matter?  Running is good.  Running has changed my life.  I like myself.  I don't know when I've ever said that.

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