I stumbled upon running by chance. My school only offers a handful of sports and Cross Country seemed to be as good a choice as any. It didn't take long after my first practice in middle school to love running. I instantly enjoyed the difficulty and the endless struggle of pouring heart and soul into a race for no other reason than the pride it brings. My team was small and not very competitive but there was a sort of camaraderie that isn't expected from such an individual sport.
Soon after that first practice, I decided that I wanted to train hard and to excel in this sport. I saw enormous improvement from my first year to my second, and again from my second to third year. It wasn't only the competition that interested me though. When I go for a run, I am at first consumed by my racing heart beat and the sound of my shoes against the ground as I feel myself growing stronger. As I ease into a pace the running seems dream-like and I start to think of a book I will one day write or what I will say to a friend.
That is why I run. I feel lucky to have found a sport that acts both as a source of day-to-day excitement in competition and as my greatest creative outlet.