I honestly don't know why I run anymore. I do it for fun, for competition, to feel free, to stay happy, to discipline myself, in a way, I do it stay out of the streets, sorry of, I do it to stay in shape. It's not that I'm fat or anything, I just want to get older and be able to run a marathon without going out of breathe. This is going to sound strange but it was when I started my period maybe three years ago but it wasn't until recently that I have gotten really into it. And now here I am writing of why I love to run. I like it when I run and I feel so powerful as if the whole world depended on me or something. Ask that fresh a sit in your face when you are going super fast and you don't know if you'll be able to control yourself once you stop. Or it maybe that when people see you run they motivate you by whistling or honking, I'm just kidding that part isn't cool. When I go home after a run and I can't feel my legs. When I feel the whole world is boiling hot, and I have to jog it off, just to cool off. That's when I know I am stronger than I was the day before. My family is supportive, but they always ask, what do you get out of running, I just glance giggle for a bit than I smile, take a deep breathe, hold myself from slapping them, and finally I say, I don't know why I run. Then turn it over to them and say, why don't you?? Huh. So why don't you?
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