Jane a grandmother from Washington State is awesome! She runs ultra marathons!!!
Why do I run? Because I can. Because I always have. Because it is a constant. Because it is how I maintain a small hold on my sanity. Because running mirrors life.
I have ran for as long as I can remember. I ran track in junior high and high school. I ran cross country in high school. I ran through abuse, I ran through marriages, divorces, pregnancies and raising my children.
Running mirrors life. Some days it is good, some days it is horrible. Some days it seems like you just can’t go on. Others, you feel like you can go forever. It is as integral a part of my life as breathing. I can’t imagine not running. When life sucks, I run. When life is great, I run. When depression hits, I run. As long as I can move and put one foot in front of the other, I can feel that there is some hope and possibility of life left.
If I eventually become too old and incapacitated to run, I know I will still be running in my mind. As long as I can still imagine the feeling; and feel the “high” from running – all will be possible and well. I can no more imagine not running than I can imagine not breathing.