Why I Hate Running

Of the more than twenty million Americans who are running today, most who start do so for the wrong reasons, with the wrong attitude, and tend to lose interest after a few weeks or months. Many quit. This is usually because they become concerned with superficial goals such as time and distance and never discover the more profound mental benefits that running offers. (Lilliefors 15)

I would like to run for Secretary on Student Council because I think I would be a great experience of leadership and responsibility. If I became secretary I think I would be able to gain a lot of leadership and responsibility. These two skills are very important to me and I would love to grow in them.

The boys were trailing closely behind me, gaining speed with every movement. I had nearly made the summit of the rock climbing wall when the unthinkable occurred. Trembling profusely, my foot lost its grasp on the sleek, plastic peg and I started to fall. Freefalling down onto the mulch covered playground, I instantly began to feel the embarrassment of my failure. Loud gasps from the spectators met the loud thud of my body hitting the ground beneath the rock climbing wall. Embarrassment turned my face bloodshot and shattered my spirit, but I gathered enough courage to stand back up. At that moment, with my peers surrounding me laughing at my failure, I felt unhappy, ashamed, and dissatisfied with myself, and I knew that I never wanted to experience those feelings

But, over the years and for whatever reason, life got in the way and I forgot what it was that made running so important to me in the

I started getting involved with running my senior year of high school. This was a very terrifying time in my life because I was running with people who have been doing this their whole life, which is quite intimidating when you’re new to the process. The reason why I gave running a chance was the constant begging from my younger and older sisters. They both ran and thought this was something I could potentially be marvelous at. I gave running a shot and ended up accomplishing my goal of being on varsity my senior year. Running is something that I’m genuinely passionate about and also something I’m literate in. I use running as my literacy practices whenever I’m at practices, a meet, or for therapeutic reasons.

Each step was more difficult than the last, my breathing became a fast-paced panting, my legs reluctant maintain my long stride. Doubts settled themselves in my mind, reminding me that I had never run long distance before, taunting me as I willed my legs to keep going. I had set out to own my run, but now I couldn’t bear the thought of enduring the rest of my last mile and a half.

I used to be able to run so fast I could fly. Racing through the woods behind my house I was untouchable, unbeatable; I imagined I was a graceful as a fox and as fast as a deer racing over bushes, logs, and ditches. Running served as an escape from the perfect student, perfect manners persona I adopted in the classroom allowing me to break out of my shy shell and go from being ¨the teacher’s pet¨ to ¨the fast girl.¨ My love of running-- as well as my parents-- drove me to play soccer; I ditched my goody two shoes for cleats and never looked back. I could chase down any opponent and outrun any defender, through sports I completely let my boundaries down.

Right on pace. I took a glance behind me just to see 3 or 4 runners right on my tail. I imagined them as a hungry pack of wolves chasing a rabbit. Except I was the rabbit. I started to pick up the pace until I saw the home stretch. The freezing cold wind was starting to get to me. I couldn't feel my hands, even though I had gloves on. The only obstacle standing between me and about 6 runners ahead of me was a gigantic hill. I charged up it,

One of the reasons that I run is because it brings physical and emotional benefits to my life. Even though running could be boring, lonely, it could hurt your feet like crazy and above all there are not immediate results for losing weight, I love it. Running makes my life complete, when I don´t run my days are longer and I get tired very fast. My days start very early in the morning when is very dark and I go to the gym to warm up. As the sun comes out, I go to the park where there is a beautiful lake that could go as far as to Kendall Drive from the Tamiami Airport. Sometimes is cold, sometimes is hot depending on the day but when it rains the only place to go is under a bridge which are many. Music is a most for me, especially if is Latin,

Running has become a therapy for me. Whether to relieve stress or simply challenge myself to run, I eagerly chase my running goals. Like the careful planning and preparation of my diet and training, running in many ways has mirrored my path to medical school.

I have an unorthodox relationship with running. As a child, I swore I would never run, that I loathed even the mere idea of running for fun. But now, I find it an escape, a paradise where I can truly be who I am, with no exceptions..

It was a perfect night for a run. Around 70 degrees with a slight breeze. I wait in my Dark Blue Mini Cooper as my watch gets my location. Feet trembling with adrenaline, much like an addict, I’m itching for a run. With a loud “BEEP,” I know the smartwatch is ready and I’m off. As time progresses, I start running faster, faster, and faster. The whispering wind would flow through my hair as I make my way down the trail. Bliss. I notice my surroundings, trees, deer, and the bright light of my headlamp. Chills go up my spine every so often. All I hear is the pitter pattering of my red running shoes and the occasional rustle of bushes. After what feels like the shortest moment ever, my half-hour run is over and I sigh with relief.

I walk to the shed. I’m already panting from walking over there. Mrs. Gavello blows her whistle, that means to start the running. I’m now running the quarter lap, and it’s actually not that bad. But then the pain starts kicking in, I can feel it in my stomach, once I started the second lap. I’m sweating so much, I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like for the third lap. The mile feels like forever. I am about to finish my second lap, going on to that last lap. Something tragic then happens. I almost faint. I felt so weak. I just decide to keep running, the pain that I felt had never felt so good before! I don’t know how to explain it, the pain just feels good. I start sprinting, pouring every ounce of energy out of my body just to finish this

I remember when I turned five, something in my mother’s head clicked. She wanted me to join track. I did not understand the point of running just to reach the finish line. Other sports like football, soccer, etc. have something to run for, but what does track have to run for? Yes, it’s to reach that finish line, but what is that going to do for me? That was the first thought that came to my seven-year-old self. Let’s just say for the first couple years my thoughts about running were far from being changed.

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about