Last Updated on February 15, 2019 by Heather Hart, ACSM EP, CSCS
In the nearly 11 years that I’ve been running, I’ve had countless encounters with non-runners who questioned why on earth I would participate in a sport that so many outsiders deem a miserable activity. For most people, running is a chore. Something you are forced to do in middle school gym class. Or a painful necessity when you have only seconds to catch the bus or an elevator. Even worse, many view running as a punishment. Something your coach made you do as a child when your team lost focus, or one too many games. Something you do as an adult when you eat too many calories, or deem yourself “too fat”.
And believe me, I get it. Running CAN be a miserable activity, especially when you are not conditioned to do so. For as long as I live, I will never forget my first run after I gave birth to my oldest son. I ran/walked/struggled through one single mile, wound up with a bloody heel, and puked as soon as I walked in the house.
Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to the comments and inquisitions. When I tell these people that I truly enjoy the act of running, they tend to shrug, sometimes laugh in a lack of understanding, but they typically accept my explanation. After all, running, even marathon running, is really not that unheard of in our society.
But then I started running ultras. 50 miles, 80 miles, then eventually 100 miles, and I’m already thinking about what’s next. And the reactions changed drastically. Now, instead of light hearted joking and questioning, I get a painful look of disbelief, and almost always the question of “why”. Sometimes even from other runners themselves. Why would you do that to yourself? What on earth could you possibly have to gain from subjecting yourself and your body to running such an insane number of miles? Distances that you KNOW are going to physically and emotionally destroy you, even short-term-incapacitate you? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? And my answer is always the same: I don’t know.
But the truth is, I do know.
The other day I was scrolling through my feed on Facebook when I saw a picture of an acquaintance finishing a 100 miler (in an incredibly impressive 17 ish hours, at that). At the end of the long caption of the photo, she said “Never judge our reasons to hurt.” The comment struck me deep inside, in the place where all of the “ah-ha” and other epiphany type moments and thoughts reside. It brought tears to my eyes and felt like a punch to the stomach.
There is a common thought that many endurance athletes are quite literally “running” from something in their life that they don’t want to face or deal with in a normal fashion (what is normal anyway?) I use the term “thought” instead of misconception, because I do believe there is truth to this accusation for so many of us.
Anyone who knows me or has been a reader of this blog for more than a few years knows that not that long ago, I was in a very bad place. I had let my guard down, allowing others to hurt and manipulate me in what would end up being a very devastating way. And when I came out of that situation, I felt destroyed. Violated. I was a victim. A statistic. The kind of person you always read about , but swear would never be you.
As such, I spent far too much time and energy feeling immense anger towards others. I made rash and stupid decisions. I sought things, activities, and relationships that I thought would not only fulfill and heal me, but would be a big fat “fuck you, I’m stronger than you think I am” to those people who hurt me, and to the universe as a whole. Naturally, running and racing fell into that category of things that I erroneously thought would bring me redemption.
The physical pain of the events I showed up to was no match for the emotional pain I was experiencing. But the lack of oxygen, cuts, and bruises would temporarily dull the heart ache. Each race became more difficult than the one before, and each successful finish another middle finger in the air towards everything that was plaguing me. I was a living, breathing, Katy Perry (Alanis Morissette depending on your age bracket) breakup-revenge-anthem. Look at how badass I could be.
Or so I thought.
With time comes wisdom and clarity. And as the days, months, and years passed, I realized that the person I was actually angry with was myself. The person I had to blame for the situations I was in was myself. The person I now had to prove my strength to was myself.
The person I had to forgive was myself.
If I’ve learned two things in life it is this: never eat yellow snow, and the hardest person to forgive is yourself. But you absolutely have to. (Forgive yourself, that is…not eat the yellow snow. )
It took a long time for the miles to go from a numbing, coping mechanism to something more. They slowly became less angry. Less malevolent. Less vengeful. And they eventually became more gracious. More insightful. More merciful. Running allowed me time to reflect, to blossom, and to grow. In time, my running transformed from an outlet to numb the anger I felt towards myself, into an amazing activity that allows me to truly and wholly experience pure joy. To thank my body for what it is capable of. To test the limits of what I am capable of…and not because I need to prove anything to anyone, but because I love myself enough to truly push those limits. And what an incredible experience and gift that can be.
I indeed spent years running from something, I’ll be the first to admit it. And then years running towards something, though I never truly knew what that something was. And now?
I run because I believe in myself.
Because after 34 years of self doubt, and fear, and anger, I’m finally in a place where I love me. Unconditionally. A place where I know I am capable of amazing things, and a place where I recognize that life is far too amazing and precious to stand still. Every single mile may not come easy and without pain, but every single mile is a celebration of a hard fight that I won. Every single step is a celebration of life. A celebration of self-love. And sometimes, for some of us, that pain is an incredible reminder of how far we’ve come.
Never judge our reasons to hurt.
Heather Hart is an ACSM certified Exercise Physiologist, NSCA Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist (CSCS), UESCA certified Ultrarunning Coach, RRCA certified Running Coach, co-founder of Hart Strength and Endurance Coaching, and creator of this site, Relentless Forward Commotion. She is a mom of two teen boys, and has been running and racing distances of 5K to 100+ miles for over a decade. Heather has been writing and encouraging others to find a love for fitness and movement since 2009.
You are amazing. <3
Also, super cute last photo!
Deborah @ Confessions of a mother runner
The hardest person to forgive and accept can be yourself. Words of wisdom indeed
“Never judge our reasons to hurt.” That’s powerful! I have a lot of non-runners (and some runners as well) ask why I put myself through the agony of marathon training and run 12-hour ultras…my answer? “Because I can.” 😉
Great post! I think its really common for runners to run away from something, or just run to deal with or avoid emotions. It can be a good way to cope but its also important that we actually deal directly with our feelings at some point.
Jennifer LE (@runningwithpugs)
While I am so sorry you endured such pain, I am also so happy that you have been able to step back, look inside yourself and climb out of your bad place. It is hard to conceive of running so far for so long, but I’m glad you found the way inside your pain and got back out again.
Great explanation of why we run. I can relate.
I love this so much. I too started running (and have continued) initially to run from something–myself, I think! Now I run because it’s what I do. I think those of us who have that kind of reason to run tend to push ourselves harder. Interesting timing for this post because I just finished reading Frank Shorter’s autobiography–his reason for running was his abusive father. He learned how to push through pain, physically and mentally, at a very early age. With great success on the road.
Thanks for sharing.
Kathryn @ Dancing to Running
We are all our worst critic. We need to learn to be better about praising what we can accomplish instead of focusing on what we still are trying to do.
Wow, I really love this post. I started running before my third child turned 2 years old. I needed an outlet, something just for me so badly. I can definitely relate running from pain (emotional and physical) instead of facing it. Last year, I nearly had a nervous breakdown. Even running got really hard for me. It’s taken a long time to come back and not be afraid any more that there is a possibility that might happen to me again. I’ve only run one full marathon so I’m a half marathon runner for now. I’m so much slower than I was a year ago, but I have found my joy again for running. I love it and hope to inspire my three children to live a healthy and active lifestyle. “Never judge our reasons to hurt.” I love that!
Gosh – what an honest and raw post!! Keep running and believing in yourself!! At least all those reasons put you on this awesome path!
Have you ever seen the movie, Finding Traction? If not, you need to watch it. Nikki Kimball ran the Vermont Long Trail and the amount of pain she endured (both emotionally and physically) was crazy remarkable. Our bodies can do what our minds can overcome.
I definitely get this. For different reasons. Running has been a way to cope with stress and feelings of being stuck that come along with PTSD and depression. The more the miles, the harder I push the more clear my brain begins to feel. So happy to hear how well running has helped you to cope and find a way to love you!