Several months ago a friend posted a picture on my facebook wall. The caption said the only reason to run is if you are being chased. Whenever I see or think about it, it reminds me exactly what I'm running from.
I'm running from the grim reaper. From an early, slow, painful death.
Or worse, I'm running from growing old and out-growing my mobility and independence.
I'm running from painful knees at 27.
I'm running from joint-replacement surgery.
I'm running from a life of being ashamed what I've done to my body.
I'm running from a life of unreached dreams.
I'm running from a habit of settling for 'good enough'.
There's a lot I'm running from, and even more I'm running toward, and even though I've already logged many miles running, there are still many more to come.
