If you had asked me a few months ago what mattered more, him or running, I would have chosen him. Even if it meant sacrificing the thing I had loved for years, I just wanted him. There was no question. No hesitation. Never had I felt so safe, so comfortable with a person before; never had I ever found it so easy to trust someone.
Things ended, but the feelings stayed.. well, for me at least; I can’t speak for him. And even after all the hurt and the tears and the second guessing myself, I still would have chosen him in a second. No question. No hesitation.
But, now, I’ve finally come to realize just how idiotic that is. Why would I give up the one thing that I’ve loved for what seems like forever, the one thing that hasn’t ever betrayed me? Sure, running and I have had our rough spots, but it always comes back to me. Or, rather, we always come back to each other.
If you had asked me a few months ago, I would have chosen him. Today, I choose running. No question. No hesitation. Because even despite all the heartache and setbacks, I just have this feeling. Things are going to work out. It has taken a long, long time, and it may take even longer still. But, it will work out if I keep dreaming, keep believing, and most importantly keep loving the sport.
“Your purpose in life is to find your purpose, and give your whole heart and soul to it.”