Why I Run (and why I don’t get down on myself when I bail)

Training thus far for the Atlantic City Half Marathon was chugging along… until this weekend, when I was set to take on my longest training run, the elusive 10 miler. I did everything right: I hydrated, I hadn’t run the day before, I even went out to the bar for happy hour with my coworkers and only had one beer (and a Radler at that!!). I ate my pancakes, and a small fry the night before. I went to bed at a decent hour.


And then I went out for my 10 miler with my BFF and it felt… terrible.


Not even terrible on my legs, but terrible in my head. Sure, my legs were heavy in the thighs. But that wasn’t the reason that by 5 miles I wanted to stop: every step felt like a moment of mental WHY DO I NEED TO BE DOING THIS! Normally my BFF and I have things to talk about, and don’t need music during our runs. This time? Minimal conversation, and the air was thick with “this sucks” vibes.

She was being tough and not saying anything. At 5 miles, I mentally figured out how we could cut it to 8 and still feel accomplished yet NOT suffer through those last 2 miles. When I said it out loud, she sighed a big relief. Those last three miles still sucked, but at least it made the end goal closer.  And this brings us to my main topic here, because reflecting on this run made this absolutely crystal clear:

Why I Run.

I don’t run to compete. I am 8 years from my half marathon and 5k PRs. I don’t see myself being able to get back there, nor do I give a damn if I do.

I run because it keeps my body moving, my brain clear, and my heart healthy.

I run because I like to eat dessert and drink a beer and feel zero guilt.

I run because it is social: I run to enjoy the fun of finishing a race and meeting a goal.

(also, excellent reason for flashy clothing and random jump shots)

I do NOT run to be fast, or to beat people. And thus, when a run starts to get past the point of manageable mental toughness, it is simply not worth it anymore. Like Saturday. It was just not worth it. I don’t feel regretful at all: I have done double digit numbers of half marathons: I know damn well that I will cross my finish line in April without a 10 miler under my belt. I also know that I won’t PR – I never planned to (and let’s all say it together: THAT’S OKAY!).


But I will absolutely cross that finish line, get a medal around my neck, a cold beer, and enjoy spending the afternoon surrounded by my BFF and running community, feeling accomplished as hell.


And that, my friends, is Why I Run.


So tell me, why do you run?


6 thoughts on “Why I Run (and why I don’t get down on myself when I bail)

  1. I was seriously doubting how I was even going to do AC. Last year I PRed there. This year, with my broken arm and whatnot, I’m a little nervous. I’ve decided I’m just going to have FUN. Enjoy the 13.1 miles and focus on smiling and waving and maybe petting some dogs. WE MUST FIND EACH OTHER!!!

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    • Oh absolutely. I think I am going to START the race by trying, and seeing how it feels (maybe hope I can spin off some 11:30s or 12s) … and if things go south just absolutely accept walk/running when i feel like it and DEFINITELY PETTING ALL THE DOGS! I will definitely be seeking you out! My BFF was asking if we’d know anyone else there and I definitely told her I was going to find an internet friend IRL!!


  2. Thank you for this post. It came at the perfect time. I am not a fast runner but I give it my all. This post just reminds me to realize what I am accomplishing rather than what I am not. I need to remind myself why I run & it is okay to take a break if needed.

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    • YES! I am by no means saying I am miss sally sunshine all the time (I have my moments!) but I am definitely an optimist by nature most of the time. Gotta keep on keepin’ on, right?? We’re doing good things, no matter how quickly they happen.


    • Haha I aim to please with my GIFs 🙂 YES! I am all about feeling good! That feeling for me comes with checking that box, accompllishing that goal! Interestingly, I went through a phase where I fought with too much “me” time – I live alone, and when first transitioning back to living alone after nearly 6 years of being in a relationship and 4 of living with someone, it was like I only heard myself in my head all weekend long, and running was sort of making that even more glaring. I sometimes go back to that place, but thankfully working on my doctorate keeps me busy enough that I don’t over think TOO Much right now.


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