competition (noun, verb) the act of striving to outdo another for acknowledgement, a prize, supremacy, profit, etc.; to engage in a contest
Have I ever mentioned how competitive in nature I am? I just can’t help myself, really. Whether it’s with running or anything else, I love a good competition. When I first started delving into the racing scene, honestly it was (and still can be) intimidating. Let me be clear. I am not a racer. I never was one of those amazingly fast runners. However, even starting out as a non-runner, I was bound to be competitive.
There are two ways in which I love being competitive. The first one is competing against myself. Each race (or even training run) I treat like a competition. How can I run faster than I did the previous time? That’s pretty simple in theory and a little harder to execute but nonetheless, gratifying. The second way I’m competitive is against other people. Ask my husband. When we first started dating, we would have running dates. At first, I didn’t want to be that girl and run faster than him (because I could) and make him feel bad. One day, we raced for the first time together and I’m pretty sure there were a few “I’m going to beat you”‘s and “I’m can run faster than you”‘s being thrown around. That right there is what makes running so much fun for me.
Despite being fiercely competitive, I certainly don’t let that suck the joy out of running. Nothing brings fun to a screeching halt like crossing the line, just because I let my competitive nature get the best of me. Looking at being competitive in a healthy way instead, by letting that push me to run harder is what makes me keep hitting the pavement day after day, year after year.