When I first sat down to ask myself this question ("Why do I run?"), I
thought, "Because it's what I do." Although I've never considered
myself a "runner," after some deliberation I've come to the conclusion
that since I run, by default some may call me a runner. So, why do I
run? I run for sanity; to counterbalance the insane things that I do. I
run for my health - both physical and mental. I run to explore. I run
to conquer my fears. I run to be outside. I run to escape reality. I
run to face reality. I run for endorphins. I run to try to achieve a
flat stomach. I run to suppress anxiety. I run to counter my obsession
with craft beer.
Saturday, April 28, 2012, I run to celebrate life. Though I did not
know Payton, I know her sister. My sister turns 29 this year (Payton
was 29 when she passed) and I cannot imagine life without her. This
past year has been a blur. I packed up my car (also known as the Hot
Tamale) and moved to DC last April. It has been one heck of a year. A
year full of love and loss. Through it all, I run.
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