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When I forget who I am, I remind myself by finding my stride

That’s the thing about running: your greatest runs are rarely measured by racing success. They are moments in time when running allows you to see how wonderful your life is.

Running requires endurance, character, pride, physical strength, and mental toughness. Running is a test, not a game. A test of faith, belief, will, and trust in one’s self. So hardcore that it needs a category all to itself to define the pain. Running is more than a sport; it’s a lifestyle.

Running along our journey doesn’t only teach us how to keep moving forward through what life throws at us, it also makes us into the best version of ourselves

Running is not, as it so often seems, only about what you did in your last race or about how many miles you ran last week. It is, in a much more important way, about community, about appreciating all the miles run by other runners, too.

I run because it’s so symbolic of life. You have to drive yourself to overcome the obstacles. You might feel that you can’t. But then you find your inner strength, and realize you’re capable of so much more than you thought.

Do the work. Do the analysis. But feel your run. Feel your race. Feel the joy that is running.

I love the wind blowing through my hair, the different smells, the sun beating down on me, and the scenery. On my run this past Sunday, I was reminded of how great running feels when I was running along side the Rappahannock River. It was fantastic, smelling the freshly bloomed trees and bushes and watching the ripples of water just flowing down the river. Ahhhh!

Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.