For me, running is about picking a fight.
My fight with my body, to get these aging legs moving, to awaken my muscles. It’s all just training for the real fights – the ones that can truly bring you down.
When I run I am looking these beasts directly in the eye and letting them know they are messing with the wrong lady. I will not be beaten by the Cancer that nearly took my Mother and Aunt, or by the heart-attack that nearly took my husband before he reached 40. I will not be weighed down by the shackles of my childhood or the baggage I have acquired during this life. They are all my opponents and they will not win.
My ability to conquer the run, to manage the 5K, to just move my body is a victory. I run into it all, each time, as a warrior.