Global Running Day

Some days running is the only thing that can get me out of the door.  Other days, it can’t even get me out of the door.  There have been times when it alleviated my depression, and there have been times when it was the cause of my depression.  And still, I always come back to it.  I keep running.

For something that is such an individual sport, it’s funny to realize that it’s actually not.  It takes a village.  I couldn’t do what I do without the support of so many people.  Without my coach's guidance.  Without my husband, who, (perhaps unwillingly) has committed to being my crew for any endurance race I complete.  My dad, who picks me up from my long runs when I don’t feel like doing an out and back.  My friends, who show up to my races with beautiful, handmade signs.  Those same friends who run a few miles with me along the course to keep me company, to keep my spirits high.  I’m powered and fueled by the love and support of my village on every run I complete.

Running has given me so much.  So much more than I could have ever expected to receive from it when I started it casually years ago.  Certainly more than I’ve been able to give back to it. Running has taught me invaluable lessons over the years - to persevere, to endure, to always get back up. Running is always a gift, the hard days and the easy ones. It's never guaranteed, but will always be here.  It might look different each time you come back to it, but it’s the one constant that doesn’t change. 

It’s always one foot in front of the other. 

It’s never easy, and yet, it’s not always hard.

Happy Global Running Day.