A collection of thoughts:
All I want right now is to run until my body can’t take it anymore.
Till I collapse.
It’s how I do it.
ALL OR NOTHING.
Forget political correctness.
Forget what YOU think I should do.
I’m not always concerned with “proper training and tapering”.
Regardless of if I’m training or racing: I simply want to push myself until I can’t push anymore.
I don’t care WHEN that happens, WHERE that happens, or WHY that happens.
I know the consequences of my actions.
I know it’s not smart.
I know it “gets you nowhere”.
Do you think I can’t feel the burning sensation from the break in my hip?
Do you think I don’t cringe every time the strained muscles scream at me when I move?
It is what it is.
I run for a different sort of satisfaction.
I crave the morning after a full day of running, when everything is so tight, I literally can’t move.
Maybe I run to feel pain.
Maybe I run because the pain is too much.
Maybe I run because I’m addicted.
Maybe you have no idea what it feels like to push past your limits..and then some.
I don’t care what it needs to be, or what it should be.
I push harder because I hate the things you say about me.
I will push until I can’t.
I won’t stop unless my body forces me to.
I will always work to push that point farther away.
Whatever it is. Whatever it isn’t.
I will run because I can.
I will run the way I want to.
Till I collapse.
