I run. I run for a lot of reasons. I run because I needed something to do when I moved to Harrisburg back at the beginning of 2008. I run for health reasons both physical (e.g. blood sugar, weight maintenance) and mental (e.g. battling depression). I run because it helps me to manage my time. I run because it gives me a focus. I run because it’s a fun hobby. All of those reasons are great, but they aren’t the real reason why I run. The real why reason I run is because I’m chasing a high.
I can remember it clearly (as one does when looking through a glass darkly): it was a summer morning in 1997. I was out for a PT (Physical Training) run with members of my company in Fort Drum, New York when I felt “IT.” We were rolling along at a 7:00-minute-per mile pace. I was upright, running with a full kick, and not feeling a single ache or pain. I felt like I was only getting started, like I had just scratched the surface of my full potential, like I was just getting started. I felt as if I had tapped into something primal and wanted to feel that way forever. I felt alive. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to get back to that place. And that is why I run.