Since I’ve been injured you would be amazed at how many people have tried to tell me that it’s time that I give up running. I’ve lost count the number of times I’ve heard that I should find something new to conquer, that I’ve already run a marathon and should move on to the next big thing, or that clearly my body is trying to tell me to stop.
Depending on the day my response toggles between frustrated and amused, because if they truly understood the passion that I feel for running they would never tell me it’s time to stop. I didn’t run a marathon to cross a goal off a list and move on, I ran a marathon because I wanted to run it. I don’t run because I hate the act of it but want to burn calories, I run because every step that I take – whether it’s good or bad – propels me forward and makes me a better person. And I don’t believe that my body is trying to tell me to stop, I believe my body is just telling me that I need to adjust and that soon enough I’ll be running again… faster, more effectively, and stronger.
If you never sign up for your first race, decide to run farther, try to run faster, push through a musicless 18 miler, run 20 miles on Christmas Eve in the rain, or suffer setbacks and celebrate victories then you’ll never understand the pure accomplishment that comes with running.
Do I think it’s for everyone? Heck no. But I know it’s for me.
do you have to deal with people berating you for running? I’m not even running right now and I do.