I was waxing philosophical on my run today, thinking of my motivations to be a runner. Like, why would I really run, not just lace up my shoes every 10 days and jog about the neighborhood (like I have been doing this summer).
There are a lot of reasons I'd like to call myself a runner again (let's admit that I haven't jogged much since the marathon last fall), but my main topic of thought was:
Does 'want' equal sacrifice?
Why do I want to run? In fact, why does anyone want to do anything?
While my life isn't exactly cushy, I'm not uncomfortable in any way. I get enough sleep, eat enough food, have a roof over my head, electricity, a gym membership, a fun job, great friends and family… Well, maybe it IS cushy.
I WANT to be a runner; I WANT to lose 10 pounds; I WANT to get sponsors for mah blog; I WANT to do LOTS of things. But all of those things require me to DO something: to sacrifice time, energy, delicious food, pride, etc.
If you want something, isn't it slightly out of reach? Because if it wasn't out of reach, you would just have it. But what makes us want something that is out of reach?
Any ideas? Give me your best psychological/philosophical review. Comments are welcome!

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