I can't believe how much I have come to enjoy running. In the past I had nothing but detest and hatred for running. In bootcamp I absolutely dreaded running, although it was an integral part of the expierience. Recently however, while hitting the gym I decided to get on the treadmill before every workout, and have not been able to stop since then. I run in the morning, afternoon, and night. There's nothing at all like it for me. I listen to my feet pound the pavement, my labored but controlled breathing, and the absolute peaceful sheet that seems to cover the world while I'm running through it. I've never felt this kind of mental clarity before, and the physical transformation isn't too shabby either. I want to run marathons and participate in any event I can. Where has this been all my life??
This is probably the corniest thing I've ever written, but are there others out there that feel this way? Anyone else as addicted to this painful, horrible, wonderfully rewarding hobby?? Of course everyone here runs, but I'd like to hear your take on the matter, and why you love it so much. Shared motivation always inspires me.
