I keep reading these blogs of runners preparing themselves for marathons. And by way of preparation for those magical 26.2 miles, they prepare themselves for 5k's, 10k's and so on. Clearly, these are runners with a cause, and I can't help but admire them for their determination and planning ability.
But they also make me question my own cause. Why do I run? What gets me out the door four times a week? Am I a runner without a cause?
I've been trying to find an answer to this question. My cause is not clearcut, and it can't be measured in miles or minutes. I suppose my cause as a runner is to find myself out there. Somewhere along the roads I run on.
Thát's what gets me out the door.
And that's my cause.