If This Was Your Last Day on Earth, What Would Your Body Want?
I've been pondering over this question for several months
What’s it all for?
Have I really spent my life striving for goals based on their level of social acceptability and an arbitrary number? Or were they my goals, and I’m just in the throws of an internal revolution?
I run for the freedom it brings me and the sense of being alive. And yet, I somehow find this freedom currently curtailed and have allowed running to dictate my life.
As with many sports, there’s an enormous emphasis on time when it comes to running. These times become the peg we hang our hat of self-worth on, the stick we beat ourselves with, and a random metric to see how we stack up against others.
It’s boxing me in, not helping me soar. I’m running through quicksand.
There is no gatekeeper for running, nor does anyone have a monopoly on it. But by defining myself as “Ali the runner,” I allowed social media noise to infiltrate my soul and distract my values.
Has it pushed me away from my authenticity?