4. Existential Crisis, Leading To First Race Sign-Up
Eventually, going round and round (and round and round) the park starts to feel a teensy bit pointless. Yes, you’re feeling healthier, and happier, and you’ve lost a little weight, and your calves look bad-ass when you tense them – but ultimately, what’s it all for? Where are you running to? What’s the point?
Where are you running to? What’s the point?
So you sign up for a 5k or maybe even a 10k, and suddenly your running has a purpose. You’re training. You’re an athlete. You’re an Olympian. You’re Rocky, running up the steps, surrounded by cheering kids, punching the air. Yessss.