The fitness community likes to sit on a pedestal.
They’ll say 90% of people shouldn’t run. They tell you it’s high impact and bad for you.
Or that you can see greater benefit from lifting weights and functionally training your big toe, as long as you track your macros and use PR glue.
I set a goal recently to run a 50k in November, only to be questioned by a local fitness guru, claiming that running that distance won’t make me better at what I do.
What the hell does that do? Telling someone that you’re not going to improve your life by accomplishing a goal? Buzz off brosario dawson.
Makes me realize there’s far more resolve in my heart than there is to be accepted in the community. Running has taught me how to live between my ears. And it’s given me an outlet for my own anxieties while recognizing and confronting my faults, of which there are plenty.
The first mile has taught me how tough I can be. The grit and the pain in getting started. The middle teaches me how to take it easy. Push where I need to and slow down when it hurts. To pace myself in a happy way. To take each step with as much care as the next. And leave the previous one behind.
The final mile has taught me what matters. Why I run. What I run for. Who I run for. And the amount of effort it takes to finish what I start.
And I’m looking forward to JUST running, a bit more going forward.
I’m using this one to build volume for the ultimate goal of a 50k in November.
Thumbs up, let’s do this