I run because it frees me. To cut though the darkness. To move into the light. To make me feel when the world makes me numb. To inspires me to be grateful for my health and my life.
When you’re consumed with a passion for something, be it a person, a place, or a purpose,you’re left with no option but to follow it. It demands everything of you and cares not for reason or rationale. This sort of attitude has landed me at the start line of a good few races I was ill prepared for, but I’ve always figured where’s the fun in doing something of which you’re certain and sure of the outcome?