A lot of times when I come across other runners on social media – especially those with thousands of followers – they talk about the glamorous side of running. True, there are many positives associated with running. It has completely changed me as a person. But what they don’t tell you is that many of us are running from something. Many of us are running from a life that is not as satisfying or fulfilling as we want it to be. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not. And so many of us live in this delusion, willing to lap up the meager scraps “they” offer us from the other side of the jail cell. A prison “they” created. .
In a race, the more work you put in, the better you do. Cause and effect. Simple. The real world doesn’t work like that. There is no payoff after a two hour commute. Not everyone gets the promotion after working at the same job for twenty years. And oftentimes, we get home too tired or fried to have meaningful downtime with loved ones. Running and traveling for races gives me a brief respite from the daily grind, but too often it exists in a vacuum. A snow globe that sits on my mantel. Something you look at, but can’t ever step inside again. It is why it is so important to live these moments to the fullest, for they are so fleeting. .
Running gives my life purpose. I can’t delude myself into thinking there’s greater meaning to “work.” Running also makes my mind more pliable and amendable to deal with the everyday nonsense. It’s hard to really care about anything after running ten miles. Running long distance is a pain I inflict on myself. I prefer that over the pain “they” cause me.