I have been a runner now for nearly 5 years. In that time I have run for my life, for my sanity, for my health, for my peace of mind, for my betterment, for my achievements and many one off reasons. I run because it is now like breathing air. I need it every day that I can get it. I have had ups and downs, successes and disappointing failures. I have gone through 5-7 or more pairs of running shoes that weren’t always inexpensive. They are a necessary tool for running that I am willing to invest in like a car to get to work even though I live 3 miles from work. I have found many more answers and happy moments on the road than questions. I talk to God A LOT on the road. He probably thinks I’m crazy and maybe I am. I found my smile on the road when it had been gone for so very long. Who knew it would be there but it was and it greeted me like an old friend who picks up your running route half way through to join the fun. Some people do Yoga, some swim, some hike. Although I like all of that…except maybe Yoga so much, I run. My purpose in running is perspective on everything in life. Mine & others.
My secondary purpose in running has just unfolded itself, laying down in front of me not giving me a choice. Like one of those signs from God that I believe in so much and for which I have received several times at critical moments in my life. My secondary purpose is to help others through running. I talk about running like it’s therapy and it is for me. I express joy and comfort through running and it seems it speaks to people and they feel inspired. I like reaching people through the miles I run. I want everyone to feel the way I do or at least try to experience the therapy that I have been lucky enough to find. Running isn’t always fun but it has never failed me. I feel strong when I run even when it’s just 3 miles. I feel stress free when I run because I am pounding out negativity with every step. It is like drug free pain medication that I can use to self medicate and it’s addicting and therapeutic and I want everyone to see and feel what I feel on the road. I want to save as many people from the depths of where I came from just a few years ago. I can honestly say the movie “what dreams may come” starring the late Robin Williams is the best way to convey the horrible grasp it had on me and it leaves the viewer with what I can only describe as a dark, cold & creepy feeling. Now feel that every day all day long. Not a pretty place nor a pretty feeling. Running pulled me out and I know it can do the same for others so I share as often as I can. I invite others to run with me. I slow down to their pace and I have a wonderful time and I always hope they do too. Maybe my purpose is to show others that something as simple as running can be the answer. It can be anything really but running was my savior secondary to the Lord.
Some people have a calling and maybe mine is to encourage others and help others succeed. If so I feel like running is my tool and it’s a great one. Life is hard and will beat you down at every opportunity. If you let it, it will get you but if you stand up and give it the finger and say NO you can’t have me and you find your own way like I found running, slowly the bully will fade to the background and you can breathe again and find your path. I did and I want to help others do the same.
Running isn’t always fun. Going into it one day one step at a time is the how. No expectations no one to compete against except the demon. It will always be there but by keeping your eyes ahead on your goals and your feet moving one mile at a time that’s where it will stay. Sometimes it gets close because you might lose focus , keep going. There are good days with great runs and other days you just have to accept that not all runs are great and sometimes they don’t happen at all. That’s OK. Tomorrow is a new day. Try again and again and again. You don’t need fancy running gear, just good shoes and a good and positive attitude topped off with a goal. You’ll get there and if you need inspiration send me a message and I will be happy to help you find it. I found my screen name, SteelMonarch, on the road. Monarchs are beautiful and they start off ugly as EFF and morph into something beautiful…I am one and I’m made of steel because I’m tough as EFF and will never live “What dreams may come” again. I chose a Blue Monarch because they are rare and I feel like I am one of a kind in this world. There you have it…my simple purpose found through running and summed up by one beautiful creature:
Don’t Give Up LAL!