I immediately realized that was a great philosophical question to tackle on the blog, but I wanted to give it some thought first.
The more I pondered the query, the more I realized that I had been the one who had posed the question.
Why the hell do I keep running? I ask myself that every morning before dawn when the alarm clock wakes me up to send me on my merry, running way.
I really just want to hurl the clock out the window, pull the covers up over my head, and go back to sleep.
And yet, I always get out of bed and go for my morning run.
So why do I do it?
Running gives me some control over my life. So much is out of my hands, and I often feel like a puppet with a sadistic master yanking at my strings.
But when I run, I am taking control, to some degree at least, of my personal health and wellness. I’m making my well being a priority, and giving myself a fighting chance in the ongoing battle against my family’s screwy genetics.
By running five days a week, I’m reducing my weight, increasing my health, and putting out there that I care about myself and want to be a healthier person.
Running boosts my self-confidence. Every day that I fight off the urge to sleep an extra hour makes me feel better about myself. I am pushing myself to be a better version of me and that deserves a pat on the back.
I like that my friends and colleagues think of me as a runner, and come to me for advice on getting healthy and setting up a wellness routine.
Being known at the dedicated runner is much better for the ego than being thoughts of as the pathetic single guy, or the crazy cat man.
When I look in the mirror, or step on the scale, it really hits home that I am doing something really important. The results boost my confidence, and this carries over into other aspects of my life. I’m definitely more confident about my writing now. I feel like I carry myself differently, and I’m more outgoing and not as introverted.
I keep running because I like the competitive aspect. We have a Wellness program at work, and use the Virgin Pulse App to track our progress. I have always been at the top of the list for number of weekly steps, and I am proud of that status.
By running on a regular basis, I keep myself in the top position, where I can look down at my coworkers and urge them to try to catch me. Just this week, a colleague boasted in a meeting that she was setting her sights on the top spot of the Wellness rankings.
That certainly got my running juices flowing. I’ve gone on longer runs all week, started up my after dinner walks again, and made a conscious effort to dream about running.
As a result, I have increased my lead in the standings.
And had some very strange dreams…
I also have to admit that I keep running because I think it will help my chances of finding someone special. The confidence boost form running makes me feel more confident when it comes to talking to members of the fairer sex.
Now that I’ve lost 65 lbs from all this running, I’ve knocked “big” and “fat” off the list, so now I’m only burdened with being funny looking. That’s definitely got to help my chances with the ladies, right?
In the end, I keep running because the positives of the annoying activity far outweigh the negatives. Even though it would be much easier to be lazy, adding a little challenge to my life cannot be a bad thing.
So what about you, Modern Philosophers? Why do you keep doing something in your life that is annoying and/or a challenge?