- Exercise & Fitness
I Run For Them
I Run For Them
It's another day that I hike up the mountains to what I like to call the workout point. Before I start my official workout I'm already out of breath and questioning why the heck I'm even there. I'm not training for an upcoming event and nobody's paying me to be there, so I should be relaxing or taking care of other tasks.
Some ask the question...
What are you running for?
I pause for a second to ponder that question, then I answer saying...
I run because I can and though my legs feel like they don't want to move another step, I keep going and press through.
I think of kids who have to go through life watching others run, jump, and play wishing they had the opportunity to do the same. I run for them, because I've been given an ability they'd give anything for.
I see people who have become weak and barely have the ability to walk, I run for them, because I know that my body will too wear down some day.
I see people wanting to quit on exercising because it's too hard, so I determine I'm going to push my body harder so I can better relate to the difficulties they have.
I think of the struggles of life and the journey I'm going through which includes rough days full of mental anguish, so what my body endures prepares me slightly for the days ahead, I run for them.
I think of those I see at places like Walmart using the motorized shopping carts, many of them embarrassed because their weight has put them there. I run for them, because people are quick to blame lifestyle choices for putting them there, but fail to know the person or their choices.
I run for the kids suffering in hospital beds who weren't given the chance for a normal childhood. We see the videos of them smiling during a visit, but they're hurting in ways most of us could never imagine.
I run for my family and others close to me, because even though I aim to bring them joy, I often bring the opposite and they have to hear my complaining.
I run for asthmatics, because I know that kind of pain. For anyone who doesn't have asthma, an attack is like being in a room full of smoke and wanting to get out and get fresh air, only difference is, there's no going outside and breathing a sigh of relief.
Asthma has taught me to persevere, because although running uphill can get me out of breath, I know what my body can handle and I'm willing to push it to the limit. I know what it's like to feel like I'm breathing through a straw, so the grunts I let out while training pale in comparison.
I'd like to think I run for God, but to be fair that's just an easy thing to say and make myself sound good, but the truth of the matter is that I run because of God. I have an ability which may not be world-class, but it's an ability I'm blessed to have and it could be taken away from me in the blink of an eye.
There are some days I skip running and very few days I actually feel like running, but at the end of a workout, which is capped off with strength training, I feel the satisfaction of knowing that I endured another day which makes me stronger both physically and mentally.
There are those who call it foolish to train as I do. They see it as pointless and figure I could do plenty of other things with that time and should probably use it to relax after an already long day. I run for me, I run for you, and I run in spite of them.