I’ve been thinking a lot lately (shocking, I know) about why I run. This philosophical outlook is a natural response to a book I’m currently reading. It’s called The Power of Habit, and it was recommended to me by a new colleague of mine. I can already tell that I will be piggybacking off her taste in literature for months to come.
Anyway, this idea of running becoming a habit after seven years is sticking. It’s all I think about these days — when I open my eyes, as I’m stepping into my sneakers, and even as I take those first few steps out the front door.
Do I love to run because I love to run, or is it simply a habit these days? Are they two different things? Can a habit become passion, or vice versa?
Just a few things I’ve been contemplating. In the meantime, I thought I’d share a few snapshots from a snowy run I took yesterday morning. Would most mortals be down for a little slip and slide workout? I’m not sure. But I literally couldn’t not run. Maybe it’s because I love the snow. Or maybe it was just habit.
What do you think? Do you have to force yourself to workout, or do you love it? Are we passionate about fitness, or is it just habit?