It’s my run, not your run.
It’s my race, not your race.
I might run slower than you; I might run faster than you.
I might run farther than you; I might run shorter than you.
I might run less per week than you, but I may run more miles per week than you.
I might run for different reasons than you.
I might run different than you, and that’s ok. Because it’s my run, not yours.
Last October, I ran the KC Half Marathon for the second time, and decided to sign up for the full marathon for 2016. Since then, I’ve ran 4 more half marathons, and decided I really don’t want to run a full marathon yet. Someday, yes. But not this year. I lost my WHY, and signed up for a marathon, more because everyone else was, not necessarily because I truly and honestly wanted to do it. I do want to attempt a full marathon, but this is not the right year for me to run a marathon.
In the end, I run for me; it’s my run. I took that first step out that door four and a half years ago, and started running. I get out of bed and run early in the morning, because it’s my run. I run in the heat, after a hard day’s work, because it’s my run. I run in the cold winter weather, bundled up so much you don’t know it’s me, because it’s my run.
I’ve run with many many people over the years, family, friends, strangers who are now friends, and even people who were once friends and are now strangers… But in the end, I run for me.
It’s my run.