Wednesday, February 2, 2011

I run for happiness.

When I tell people that I'm a runner, I'm often met with an odd stare and a hearty "You're crazy."

After all, why would anyone want to subject themselves to planned discomfort?

But isn't that what all exercise is? Planned discomfort?

Running transcends planned discomfort for me.
It silences the negative thought reel in my head; it leaves me feeling powerful and strong. Running keeps me sane. It's my drug of choice.