When I think of things I can do during the day to make me happy, working out is never on the list.
Yet, I am always thinking about running. It isn’t on my mind that I “have to,” but honestly something that I sincerely “want to.” I want that endorphin rush, and I want to feel like I have conquered the road. I would love to run for miles and feel amazing, instead of getting to 0.6 miles and having to talk myself into making it to 1.0 without stopping.
I want to run without feeling the bulk of my body crashing on my legs, or the muscles that used to be in my abdomen actually hurt, convincing me that they even exist anymore after 5 gigantic pregnancies. I want my physical strength to be on par with my intellectual strength.
― Christopher McDougall, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen
My goal is to be the lion. To wake up in the morning and chase the day until it gives up and becomes mine. And the only way I can get there is to be stronger, faster, more driven than the fleeing gazelle.
I may not have the endorphins of the runner. I may never get that rush of running a marathon. But the force of the lion is within me, pushing me to strength.
This is my drive.
I might get there on roller skates, though.