Today I learned something new about myself. I am a runner.
I've always enjoyed running but rarely indulged in it unless I had to get somewhere faster. Never running just to run.
I've always had this strong urge when I am walking somewhere to burst into a full blown sprint but never went on my impulses. I always knew that deep down inside of me I wanted to run and run and run.
The day after Christmas, my aunt went with me to a sports store to buy some running gear and bought me a month-long subscription to World Boxing Gym. All completely unexpected.
I looked forward to running the two days before today and pounded my brain for the motivation to actually suit up and go for a run.
I went for my first self-motivated run today and it was pure hell.
I walked off the lingering burning exhaustion and went home after a good mile or two of alternating running and walking.
When I finally relaxed and cooled off afterwards I found myself anticipating the next run and looking forwards to it. I wasn't put off by the pain; it made me want to work harder and harder so that I can run the annual marathon in NYC next year. The one that, this year, was canceled due to Sandy.
My desires to run strengthened and became more present when my body calmed down from the run.
I saw myself running in the future for further distances and at a faster pace. I saw myself finishing the marathon and still wanting to go longer. For once, I was at peace with myself.
That's how I knew I was a runner at heart and, from this day on, forever will be.