That excitement that you feel at the starting line. The nervousness of waiting for the race to start. That “shoot, I have to pee AGAIN” thought. That moan that you emit when the alarm goes off at some ungodly hour.
This is running races.
I always look forward to “winter”, “spring” and “fall” because to me, that means racing season. I put these seasons in quotes because in Southern California, they aren’t really seasons at all (here we only have two seasons, summer, and fall…. haha). I love the cool mornings before it becomes scorching. I love the runners tans…. You know sock lines, a strip of white on your wrist from your Garmin, and for women, that stripe on your thighs from your running shorts that shows up oh so well when you wear a bathing suit. So sexy.
I run races because it makes me feel good about myself. Race weekends are like a small retreat for me. I do it for the endorphins, the social aspect and the sense of accomplishment. I’ve met so many people and have acquired so many new friends because of running. I even got a job out of it! And I love it all.
Today, there are so many reasons to feel like garbage. Why not do one thing that makes you happy every once in a while?