Choose Running

Choose running.

Choose Couch to 5K. Choose a half marathon. Choose an ultramarathon because apparently 26.2 miles isn’t enough.

Choose a GPS watch that nags you about your VO2 max. 

Choose trainers so expensive you feel guilty running through puddles. Choose leggings, technical tees, and a drawer full of race T-shirts you’ll never wear.

Choose blisters, chafing, and the sweet agony of foam rolling.

Choose carbs. Choose cake. Choose eating like you’re carbo-loading even when you’re not.

Choose a running club that talks about splits more than bananas.

Choose a Strava account and try to pretend you don’t care about the kudos.

Choose gels that taste like regret and hydration tablets that turn your water into science.

Choose a Sunday morning start line, shivering in the rain, wondering what the hell you were thinking.

Choose not scrolling endlessly on your phone, sinking into the couch, wasting hours of your life on nothing.

Choose running away from the noise, the stress, and the weight of everything on your shoulders.

Choose that first mile that sucks and the fifth mile where it doesn’t anymore.

Choose your future. Choose running.

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose to choose running:

I chose to lace up, show up, and keep going.

And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Who needs reasons when you’ve got running?