Run! I live for the mellifluous sound of my shoes smacking the pavement, the harsh rasps of my breath, and the methodic beating of my heart. Running is my source for satisfying these desires. My life would have less than half of its value without it. I started my running career back in 7th grade. I was your average everyday seventh grader; a little chunky, didn’t really do much. At first, running was a chore; my unathletic body wasn’t quite prepared for the torture that I was putting it through. I was determined however, and I kept running. It took me a year but I finally realized the benefits and the joy from running. Now, two years later, it has become my drug. I run daily. It is a way to vent my emotions and gives me something to look forward to. I have come to love challenging my body, striving to produce better, stronger results. One of the things that running has taught me is to keep up a positive attitude. I firmly believe that being optimistic helps people achieve greater things. From running, I have learned that if you think you will fail then you will. This not only applies to running, but to all of life’s challenges. The first challenge that I overcame was the mental challenge. If you have ever been running, then you know that completely that 6 miler doesn’t just involve physical endurance, but also mental. This was how I learned to stay positive and never give up. What truly helped me was running the seven mile Litchfield Hills Road Race. I had never run more than four miles so the extra three was quite a stretch. What got me was Gallows Lane. I never thought a hill could be so painful. My legs were shot and my breathing was staggered but I had done it, I scaled the mountain. I told myself I could do it and I did. Then there was the ending, that beautiful moment where you realize that you did it, that your done. That feeling alone makes all of the pain, all of the grueling labor worth it. The cheers of the crowd, the pride you feel, it’s addicting. You want more. The Litchfield Road Race was one where I had particularly felt that way. I was honestly shocked that I had survived running for so long. Running does that to you, it’s a whole new world that you would never know existed unless you go out and do it. Regardless of your age, height, skill, weight, gender, etc. running is always available to you. It can be your best friend, or it can be your competitive outlet. The beauty of the sport is that it is whatever you make it. It is one thing that you can control. You own it. This I believe.
I live for the mellifluous sound of my shoes smacking the pavement, the harsh rasps of my breath, and the methodic beating of my heart. Running is my source for satisfying these desires. My life would have less than half of its value without it.
I started my running career back in 7th grade. I was your average everyday seventh grader; a little chunky, didn’t really do much. At first, running was a chore; my unathletic body wasn’t quite prepared for the torture that I was putting it through. I was determined however, and I kept running. It took me a year but I finally realized the benefits and the joy from running. Now, two years later, it has become my drug. I run daily. It is a way to vent my emotions and gives me something to look forward to. I have come to love challenging my body, striving to produce better, stronger results. One of the things that running has taught me is to keep up a positive attitude. I firmly believe that being optimistic helps people achieve greater things. From running, I have learned that if you think you will fail then you will. This not only applies to running, but to all of life’s challenges.
The first challenge that I overcame was the mental challenge. If you have ever been running, then you know that completely that 6 miler doesn’t just involve physical endurance, but also mental. This was how I learned to stay positive and never give up. What truly helped me was running the seven mile Litchfield Hills Road Race. I had never run more than four miles so the extra three was quite a stretch. What got me was Gallows Lane. I never thought a hill could be so painful. My legs were shot and my breathing was staggered but I had done it, I scaled the mountain. I told myself I could do it and I did. Then there was the ending, that beautiful moment where you realize that you did it, that your done. That feeling alone makes all of the pain, all of the grueling labor worth it. The cheers of the crowd, the pride you feel, it’s addicting. You want more. The Litchfield Road Race was one where I had particularly felt that way. I was honestly shocked that I had survived running for so long. Running does that to you, it’s a whole new world that you would never know existed unless you go out and do it.
Regardless of your age, height, skill, weight, gender, etc. running is always available to you. It can be your best friend, or it can be your competitive outlet. The beauty of the sport is that it is whatever you make it. It is one thing that you can control. You own it.
This I believe.