Run Forrest

You know the funny thing about running? I am convinced no one actually likes to do it.

Think about it, why in your right mind would you want to solely depend on your own body strength to carry you a certain distance, knowing it will cause some form of pain every time?

If you’re black, could it cost your life?

I’ve played basketball and ran track since the 3rd grade, and despite being the offspring of a cross-country star, nothing killed my day more than hearing “get on the line.”

As I got older, I realized how much I missed working out with a goal in mind, and it not including squatting for an hour in a gym full of eyeballs.

So, I challenged myself to get back to running -- it’s free, the audience is fleeting, and it targets all of my ‘hot girl summer’ parts.

It started with training for a 10k, then I moved onto a half marathon (which I ran with Angie, who called me from the finish line to ask how much longer I would be #rude).

Before COVID-19, I had my heart set on a Brooklyn Half Marathon redemption.

I wish more runners would admit what I have now come to know -- no two runs are the same.

Every day is different.

Every muscle has their flare ups (hello 30s).

Every distance does something new to your body.

One day I’m celebrating reaching a new milestone, and the next I can barely finish a few miles.

So why do it?

Much like life, running is an individual sport.

No matter how strong your girl gang is, or who is in your corner, you are the only person that can get you moving, changing, working, creating…

So whether it's walk a block, run a block or 24 miles, you did it. Just you, one deep in the four door.

And your reward is not up to the politics of the workplace or in the hands of someone comparing your skills to the person next to you.

Your reward is the realization of your capabilities, your strength, your determination.

Running teaches you to release your attachment to the outcome and to embrace all the possibilities of how YOU could make it turn out.

To dive into the newness rather than fight it, and find solace in the notion that even the adept face challenges in the routine.

So, do I now love running?

Lol nah, sis.

But do I now know the depths of my own greatness? Absolutely.