I’ve ran around the block many times and I’ve ran around the block alone. It’s nice to hear the sound of my own feet that have carried me so far for this long. But what I would like to hear is the sound of the people who have watched me this long open their front doors and run with me. I want to know that I’ve ran around the block to not just make an effect on myself but on...
As a runner, you must know that you are a runner. You must believe it or the mind that is not trained for the endurance and strength that you need will pull you down. You must know that what sets you on the street, road, or course is what sets you apart from the people on the sidelines or in their homes watching you pass by. What sets you apart is that you are a runner, and you must know that or...
I’ve never just ran to run and run where ever or to anyone or for anything but for the reason that we were made with legs that were made to move.
I always wondered at the foot of every starting line why I would feel so shaken up with anxiety. My heart would race before the race even started and at the sight of all the runners standing beside me I would become overwhelmed with nervousness. Then I realized, at the end of every race, the run I led was my own and whether or not there were runners behind, beside, or in front of me, the results...
The simple idea of a runner to a normal person would be that we are not aware of any other physical activity but running. As a runner, I can say I have had my share in multiple sports. But also, I can say that neither basketball, softball, tennis, nor volleyball has ever given me such strength and perspective on physical activity as running has.
I remember the day I gave myself away to running. I was a vulnerable, young girl of 9 and I told my stepdad that I wouldn’t bring my kick scooter with me to the trail that day. I would run the 3 miles with him. And I did. And from that day on, I’ve never backed down from running or never been afraid to run the miles ahead of me.
I remember back to when I was young and never knew a thing about running and I realize if I never would’ve started I would’ve been a totally different person.
Running has gotten me through pain and it has put me in it. But no matter what age I am or where ever I am; when I hear someone back down from running because of how hard it will be, I will know that I made it past that wall and found out pain is what made me stronger and what made me a runner and what made me love it.
Running. It get’s past the skin, the muscles, and the bones. It goes farther than a few scrapes, a sprained ankle, and broken toes. Running get’s past the tangible; the medals, the times, the trails, and the races. Running is an energy that doesn’t just roll through your legs and arms in motion. It breaks into your mind, it sculpts your thoughts, and makes you into a different...
Run fast, they said. Pass people, they said. But I say, how about you get out there and do it. It is not as easy as it sounds.
What is left of a race when you tear it down? Strip away the start and finish, the crowd, the water stands and the other runners. What is left is a runner and a road. Honestly, that’s all that is really there. You may see thousands of people clapping and cheering. You may feel the sweat and skin of another runner’s arm rub against yours. You may hear the good job and the water being...
You fill up the empty milk jug with tap water and pack it up in your back pack. You run as far as you can until you break the zipper and drink up the weight that was on your back. The run there was harder than the run that will get you back. Once you get to where you are going there’s no more, “one mile left,” anymore. All you do is turn around and run. You don’t really...
You should not be afraid to run. What are you scared of? What is to fear? Running on a lonely road without a start or finish line; there is no time or other runners to beat. You are what you are afraid of. You are afraid of what you lack and what you could possess. If you trip, you believe you will truly fall all the way down. And if you never fall, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to slow...
I hope I pose as an “inspiration” to all the runners who follow me. I feel so grateful to share my feelings and thoughts about running and be able to have other runners who enjoy or understand it. Thank you.
You gotta really want it; you gotta really want to dig in and hurt a little at the end to make something out of running. You can’t expect to run through a puddle after the rain and get really messy. You have to run in that storm, when the rain is coming down hard as bullets and the lightning is at your feet. That’ll make you run faster, and harder, and get you a lot more messy than a...
If you look the same as you did before the race, you didn’t race the right way.
You want me to be straight forward with you all, don’t you? Okay, running sucks. It’s not what you want to hear. You don’t want to have rain on all those summer days with the breeze perfectly blowing to push you forward through your run. You don’t want a damper on those good stories about runner highs and a shadow on the reflection of yourself in the mirror that has...
You want to be a runner? Well don’t be surprised when you’ve ran for a few days and feel like you want to quit. Don’t be surprised that you’re not as fast as you want to be or you feel as good as you think you should. And God forbid that you don’t feel like you want to quit after years of running either. Running will do that to you, she’s a bitch. She likes to...
I’ve never really understood why people are so afraid to run. Are they afraid of the hills and the ditches? The heat, the snow, or the thunder? Or are they afraid of where to start or afraid that they might not find the finish? Are they unsure of their physical capability, or their mind’s? I was that way once; but that was before I had looked down the road to see nothing to be afraid...
I’m not saying running isn’t hard; because it is. It might be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Who wants to try to gasp for air when it’s hot out and sweat down to your bone? Who wants to feel like their legs might just crumble under our own weight? Even your mind feels heavy when you’re running from pain. But let me tell you, it might just be the most...
Cherish that moment where you feel like you are going to crumble into a million pieces. Cherish that moment when you feel like your legs and feet are rushing through fire. Cherish the moment when your heart is beating faster than the music in your ears. Cherish the moment where you feel as if you are the weakest person on the earth. That moment may be the moment where you are one of the strongest...
I never thought I’d ever be a runner. But I believed that running was thrust upon me because it would do me good one day. And it has, every single day of my life ever since.
He was a runner before he died. Now, he is just a box of old plaques and medals. She is a runner and she still gets all those medals and plaques; but she doesn’t want them. She doesn’t want to be gone and have people remember her by the relics she won but for the runner she was. He is now a box of medals and plaques; but he is still a runner.
We all have a figure we idolize. A family member we call our, ‘role model.’ A person that inspires and motivates us to go out and make things happen for ourselves. We imagine that with this figure behind us or in our minds will make the task or dream easier to accomplish. In running, we may have that “prefontaine” in our minds or support along the sidelines but within we...
Running isn’t like basketball. Or soccer. Or baseball. Your opponent is the elements you run in. And as much as you think other players, fielders, batters, pitchers, goalies, forwards, guards are; the elements do not have emotions or feelings. The offense feels the stress of a game,and then they begin to make mistakes. Your team makes a lead. But it is not that way in running. The storm does...
the love of running.
I don’t know if I’m running to beat the time or to rush through the miles. I start running against those then I forget I was running against myself. And at the end of the run, I feel elated and good and feelings that I don’t get whenever I achieve anything else. I’ve forgotten the reason why I feel like this; not because I’ve made it to the end or the time has stopped...
70 followers? No, 70 runners.
the most basic ability, yet the most effective.
You’d think, how on earth could running alter every part of a person? Runners see everyone at a different angle. We are not watching out of windows or on the sidelines; we are observing everything from the road that cuts down the center of everything. We are on the road passing the businesses, parking lots, homes, and yards that surround it. While everyone and everything continues life...
when everyone's at church, I'm out running.
rocks in running shoes and damp socks.
Running in the rain. The resistant jacket can’t withhold the downpour and the cloth is soaked. But rain should never dampen my spirits to not embrace the street when it is slick.
to all the runners out there.
Thank you. Just, thank you. I know I’ve said it before but I’m saying it again not because you follow me and not because we all gather on tumblr. Its because you take time out of your lives, you read my thoughts and feelings about running and you care…and you understand it. And thats what runners are for; understanding significant things that most people do not. The joy it gives...
the longest run: life
The longest run of mine is my life. There are trails where I am alone and streets where marathons and races go along beside me. Everytime I’m not running I feel guilty walking, riding, driving, ect. And when I see a runner while I’m not running I feel pride knowing that I am runner too. There are parts of the longest run that the mileage doesn’t mean a thing, and other times I...
Its is so hard being a runner. No one understands me. I am now feeling the pain. But I am a runner, and I do not quit. I am proud to be one that runs for miles and does not stop. I am proud to be a runner; I will defend myself when no one gets it.
Running is the least of anyone’s problems or concerns or cares in society except for the percent of people that do run. We are not superior; we are the minorities because no one can find the significance of just running besides when it is running down the court to score a basket or running down a football or soccer field. People need numbers to see who succeeds. Running is the stripped down,...
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To all my fellow runners: I have written a script called “Runner Girl.” I have recently finished it and I am getting in contact with people who have contacts in L.A. in the film industry. At the moment, I am waiting for feedback. Please support me in trying to make this script into a movie. You would appreciate as a runner, and as a person if you read it.
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Its been a long, long time since you’ve ran around people thought it was a crime and your legacy came crashing down. You didn’t need any cars you had your feet in those shoes running until you’re in the stars and running off all you’re dues. No one could’ve ran like you with all the miles there have been win or lose, win or lose didn’t matter, if...
No such thing as playing: Runner Title
Football player. Tennis player. Lacrosse player. Softball player. Baseball player. Soccer player. They’re called runners because they don’t play. Their race is not a game. And there are no opponents. The only opponent a runner has is their self. And there’s no other opponent harder to beat.
the late runner
He went to work Did his work But Mama, He wasn’t a clerk He was a runner That’s what he Used his gun for Footsteps to footprints Its been a long time Since those imprints Have been washed clear From the trail, here He never counted miles Erased his record files The cup half empty Nailed his medals to the wall In a line, down the hall He went to work Did his work But Mama, He wasn’t a...
We have been structured to learn what we are taught, and not what we see, or what we feel. We are taught right from wrong and what is acceptable and what is not. And what is not considered bad or good or norma,l in most cases, is still not acceptable. So when we run in a place where most people walk and feel it most neccesary to only walk, we are wrong. We are against the rules. We are outcasts....
nevermind. I thought it through. I won’t shut down. Running is never ending, so I will never run out fo things to say about it.
he said if he was to ever die I should know that he would be happy because hopefully he’d die doing what he loves to do…running.
Am I a runner? Or am I a person running? The way I look does not determine if I am a runner or not; it is how running has changed my mind is how I can tell what I am.
Running scares me. Everytime I go to run, I feel as if it will take me down. For so long I’ve thought running was my enemy and a fiend for treating me the way it does. I’ve thought running uses the weather or the terrain to try and beat me down. But running isn’t outside, it’s inside. It’s a motivator inside of you. That feeling of being pulled to the ground is...
do you all read my posts about running and think I’m a long time runner, or some random person quoting books and famous olympics? I’m neither, 9 years in the running. But I haven’t really ever been good at what it is to be good at running. So after I run I sit down. I write, and write everything I think about what I’ve felt. I’m not a top runner, I don’t go out...
to all the runners.
I don’t believe you need a team to run, but don’t ever think that means I would ever want to run alone forever. Share the love with me, and take my side. Run with me.
When his footsteps end, where will I run? How will I know when or where to run? How could I ever run when I can’t see him run in front of him? He is the runner that made me one of him, and he has led me all this way. What will I run for? Yet, doubt rises in the footsteps of his, I will follow him in his footprints that he would’ve left if he had enough time to leave them.
Let me run the way I run. Don’t remind me how far I’ve gone when I know I’m not close to the end. Don’t point out the hills and the valleys I have to scale. Don’t point out the markers for every mile I put it. Don’t look at my feeble legs, or my trembling feet, or my loss of drive, or the motivation I need to go on. Don’t remind me that sometimes running...