Track

First day of track just started today and every single season of running I question myself thinking, “Why on earth do I go through this hell?” Every time I ask myself I don’t have an answer, and probably never will. The pain that goes along with it, the dedication to it, and the time lost to the sport that I somehow love. The idea of going out and running 6 miles is crazy and most people would say I am not right in the head, and maybe I’m not. For me running is an escape from school, from annoying people, from everything where I can just be with my closest friends and run. Maybe that is why I run, but still the idea of running for miles on end seems like a torture for most people and still for me. I always feel so good after I finish a hard workout or race, along with the feeling that I am going to die. The appeal of running to me is a strange one, I hate the sport but I can never stop it. It is truly a love hate relationship.