There are runs where you want to quit, but you don’t.
Runs where you want to quit, and you do.
Runs where you push yourself so hard, you puke your guts out.
Runs where you puke your guts out because you’re pregnant and don’t know it.
Runs where you go faster than you ever have before, and it feels amazing.
Runs where you’re so sore from a previous workout that you can barely move.
Runs where you’re injured, but you don’t want to admit it.
Runs when you’re coming back from an injury and you’re scared to hurt it.
Runs when you have to pee with every single step (pregnancy!)
Runs where you pee your pants.
Runs where you poop in the trees.
Runs when you start off angry and end happy.
Runs when you watch every single second tick by.
Runs when you finish before you realize you even started.
Runs where you make new friends.
Runs where you figure shit out.
Runs where great ideas come to you.
Runs where not so great ideas come to you.
Runs when you realize what you really want to do with your life.
Runs where you realize you’re not doing what you want to do.
Runs where you are just plain sad the entire time.
Runs where you are so hot, you fantasize about diving into an icy cold pool the entire time.
Runs where you know you’re getting brutally chafed, but you keep on keepin’ on.
Runs where you are with thousands of other people.
Runs by yourself
Runs where you leak milk.
Runs when you cry the entire time.
Runs where you cry when you’re finished.
Runs that earn you a medal.
Runs where the wind is blowing so hard, you feel as if you’re going backwards.
Runs that are so effortless, you’re not even sure they happened.
Runs where you’ve gone 20 miles, and don’t possibly think you could 6.2 more. And then you do.
Runs where you qualify for Boston.
Runs where you’re exploring a whole new place, in a way you never would if you weren’t a runner.
Runs where you have a cold, and your nose leaks the whole time.
Runs where you’re getting pelted with ice.
Runs when the rain is pouring.
Runs when the sun is shining.
Runs when your Garmin dies halfway through, and you have to do it blindly.
Runs where you get so confused as to how far you’ve gone (math is hard, especially when you’re tired) that you say screw it and just give up counting.
Runs where you think you hear your baby screaming, but he’s 4 miles away at home sleeping.
Runs that are “stolen” when you should be doing something else.
Runs where you make your to-do list.
Runs where you have to stop and take a work phone call.
Runs where you have to stop and go back to work.
Runs where you should stop and go back to work, but you don’t.
Runs when you’re drunk.
And so many, many more. Yet, every single run is worth it. Every run makes you better and stronger—whether mentally, physically or both.
Now, go kick Monday in the balls 🙂
What kind of run did you have today? Any types of runs you want to add to the list?