Why do you run?
I get asked this question so often. Rather than deliver an in depth and genuine answer, I provide the curious with the typical, “it keeps me sane” or “I like the exercise.” Little do they know, there are a plethora of reasons why I voluntarily choose to put myself into this scenario.
I run because I can. Years ago, the pain was so debilitating that I couldn’t walk without a noticeable limp. I persevere through the difficult runs, because I know how fortunate I am to be able to have those. I treat running as therapy, a time away from everyone and everything. A time to focus on my body, my mental well-being, and of course my dog, Cooper!
Running is my release. A bizarre way to ignore the whole while also consuming everything. Powerful therapy that is here to listen and encourage while driving me to feel ever more empowered and resilient. A connection to nature and the music that drives each pounding step forward.
As I train for my first ever marathon, I pursue a dream that was once impossible. I do this for my three year old son to witness dedication, follow through, and joy. I do it for my wife, to honor the sacrifices she has made to support this dream. I do it for my father and sister, both cancer survivors and true bad asses! And I do it for those living with AS. Those silent sufferers who have fought for years to access joy. Those looking for peace, freedom, and accessibility.