Out of all the reasons I run, racing is definitely at the top. Racing is the culmination of all the hard work I put into each training run. It is what gets me out of bed, on those days I don’t want to get up and run…again. Knowing I have a goal to accomplish, like an upcoming race gives all those runs so much more meaning.
I have so many great racing memories (and to keep it real, a few bad ones) but the races which stand out the most are the ones where I know I gave it my all. I’m talking the real deal – shaky legs, completely breathless, lungs burning. Where I know that I couldn’t have put another ounce of energy into the run, that’s where I truly feel that all the running that lead up to that point was worth all the hard work and pain.
Racing also fuels my competitive nature. I love the burst of adrenaline that comes with knowing that I’m competing against other women in my same age group, trying to run faster than all of them. Even if I don’t place (translation: 1st, 2nd, or 3rd), just knowing that I can race well and try to set a personal record (PR) makes it all worth it.
When I race, it is the ultimate proof of all the days, months, and years of running that have paid off.
This is why I run.
*This post is a part of a 31 Day Writing Challenge in which I celebrate all the reasons I run. You can find links to all the posts here.