I often find myself trying to explain why I run. Since I have been long distance running, many conversations about this subject generally includes some sort of comment asserting that I am crazy to run 1 km let alone 21.1 km or 42.2 km. The most common remark is something along the lines of, “I only run if someone is chasing me”. I guess that isn’t surprising in our modern world. If I didn’t run, many days the most exercise I would get would be the walk from to and from my car to get my butt into the office.
Fellow runners seem to get it. Chatting with them revolves around shoes, injuries, races, new goals, etc. We don’t talk about whether we are crazy or not (well some folks are a little crazy). The reason why we run never really come up in conversation; I guess the most obvious reason is for exercise. Is that alone enough to keep running?
If you were to ask me today why I run, I’d likely say it’s for the exercise. If you were part of the Inquisition, perhaps you’d continue questioning me and you’d follow-up with why I ran a marathon, I’d say it was for the challenge. As the trial went on, you might ask why I want to run the Canadian Death Race, I’d say it is to prove that I can. Each of those answers are true, but I am still curious to figure out why I run.
So I have borrowed the book Born to Run by Christopher McDougall to figure this out. Are we born to run?