
I like running. I cannot find a more sophisticated way to say this. Obviously, it was not like that from the beginning and eventually it became something more than just an exercise.
I started actively running, almost two years ago. The main reason was because I started feeling like a turd. I couldn’t even do one kilometer or climb a few floors without getting out of breath. So I wanted to fix my stamina. In the beginning, it was quite tough. I thought I couldn’t get over the first hump and I couldn’t feel any improvement. Before you might be thinking that this is going to be a preaching about health, it is not. I personally do care about this, but it’s irrelevant.
There were cases where I was having some days that weren’t the happiest ones. During those days, I didn’t stop running, I actually felt that I must go. The incentive was like going out for a walk when you’re having a bad day. So what is the difference? Why not take a walk instead? I’m not sure, to be honest. I do both in this case, but running just feels different for me. Taking a walk is nice and all, but running became more like taking a fresh breath, but this time it was more active, more repetitive and more like kind of an escape. Like doing something important, picking one of my hobbies to just satisfy the internal chaos.
For the rest of the benefits, that is, body-wise, they just came in automatically. The distances became longer, my stamina level went from bad to literally strong, and I managed to do some distances that I could never imagine I could do. The real benefit for me was that, while the distances became longer, the canvas became larger during the sessions, just like when you are into a hobby for a longer period of time. Like a feeling of feeding your needs and doing something that you really like.
In order to create these images and feelings within my head, the external variables obviously play a big role. I am living near a forest, and I do like forests a lot. I can imagine that having a running session with many people around you, passing traffic lights and all, the disposition would be quite different, at least for me. In my case the only “noise” are the “professional” cyclists and their road to victory and this might affect your session, but you can completely avoid them on this imaginary scenery that you are creating, if you go for a run at the right time.
Running in the forest has another benefit, the scenery changes based on the season. If you exclude the summer, which is not that great, the seasons contribute to the scenery a lot.
As you can understand, this became a personal need that affects multiple factors. It’s not about milestones or health. All these benefits will come—and most of them have already arrived—but that is not the incentive that makes me go for a run, alone, always. In other words, I don’t care about your running communities or your milestones. It’s about me. And to me, it’s just something that I have to do, alone. Just put some music on, get out, take a breath, and just run, literally.