Today, I ran for those who couldn’t finish a race that they trained hard for.
I ran for those that finished only to met with terror and tragedy.
I ran for those moms, dads, friends, co-workers, loved ones, and even children that come out to cheer us on, make signs, hold water, and act like fools to get our attention.
But also, I ran for those that train and discipline and sacrifice to push their bodies and minds past their own and others limitations.
I ran against the fear and anger that limit us, trap us and paralyze us.
I ran against the voice that says I will never reach my goal or accomplish anything.
I ran against the voice that says it doesn’t matter if I run or not.
I ran against the voice that calls me ugly and gross.
I ran against the laziness and exhaustion.
I ran because I watched 7th graders conquer their stage fright and sing loud.
I ran because it was a bad day/week.
I ran because I had too much chocolate and it didn’t really make me feel better.
I ran because I don’t own a punching bag.
I ran because I didn’t want to talk about it.
I ran because God put air in my lungs and gave legs that work.
I ran because I can.
I ran today and I will run tomorrow and the next and the next.