Running - What it Means to Me

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As I finish the race, the taste of salt seeps into my mouth, my legs scream from torture, overflowing with lactic acid, my head resonates the pulse of my violently throbbing heart, and I have never felt more alive.

Throughout my experiences as an athlete the sport of running has always been the most rewarding activity in which I have participated. The sport is so intriguing and inspirational to me - it has always helped me to keep looking on the bright side of life. Running has often been the only thing that I have felt will always keep me sane. When all I can do is look down, running has helped me pick my head up and keep moving forward. Since I began running, I have never looked back.

Running is such a beautiful opportunity to me. I can do it whenever I wish, no matter what mood I am in.

Whether my life is tough and frustrating, or as smooth as the streets and sidewalks with which I am so familiar, I can always run.

The intrinsic and extrinsic rewards of the sport are endless. One's immune system strengthens, metabolism increases, and the endorphin high is second-to-none. Hard workouts leave my legs burning hotter than the sun on my face - aching with a thousand promises of pain to come. The sport requires a level of fortitude that is scarcely equaled in most athletics. The sport of running is every other sport's punishment - this meaning that every other sport reprimands its' athletes for penalties or mental errors by forcing them to run.

My determination and persistence in the sport has taught me so much about life and myself in general. I can now run with no regrets, with nothing to lose, with continual wisdom awaiting me,