For me being passionate about things like running comes beyond anything else. Running to me is sheer happiness. I cannot eat well, sleep as I do and neither can I write if I don’t run. In a lot of ways, I do sincerely believe that I am born to run.
When I give up running for something that I “perceive” will provide me happiness, I simply go down in terms of self-confidence.
Pain drives me, not pleasure. Just like luxury can provide someone with happiness, it is open roads that I long for. I am not made for luxury but I must admit that I enjoy when it is there. When I run on open, straight roads with shoes that are well broken into and with jovial running partners next to me, I feel I am home.
It has been the longest that I have not focused on the sport – it has been about 2 and half months that I have not done a quality run. There are nights that I go through dreaming about a run. There are days on which I get really angry at people and wish I could just take off for a 15 minute run.
Maybe it is about time to hit the roads again.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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