Passion vs. Crazy Part 1- My Inner Thoughts of Why I Run

If you run long distances I’m sure you have heard at one time or another “you’re crazy”.  Ah yes, those magical two words that trash all of those hours of hard work and preparation for any event in a nanosecond.  Usually by someone who is holding a taco or a Snickers.  (Not that there is anything wrong with that I like Taco Hell every now and again and chocolate is my weakness)

On the other hand I’m sure you’ve heard the word passion equated with running.  Passion.  PASSION…it’s so easy to say.  If you say it enough, you start to feel it.  Don’t believe me, think about it.  What are you passionate about?  In other words, what makes you sing.  That single thing (or few things) that when those words leave your lips, you smile.  That is passion.  That thing, that action you do that continues to bring you joy even though the process is hard but the reward is great.  Passion.  Say passion.  See how easily it leaves your lips.  You’re doing it now – aren’t you:)

Passion in the positive: Desire, hunger, thirst, appetite, craving and ache.  Passion in the negative:  Rage, fury, fit, furor and anger.

Crazy in the positive:  Fond, keen, passionate, and devoted. Crazy in the negative:  Outrageous, ridiculous, bizarre and stupid.

Who’s to say what is crazy?  Was anything ever really achieved by the person who listened to the other who said “don’t do that, it’s crazy!”.  What if we stopped there.  We wanted to try something new or achieve a goal not so much for the guts and glory, but just to see if it could be done, but we stop in our tracks because someone said you’re crazy.  Can you imagine if you heard the words “you’re passionate, do it”.  What a different world this would be.

This is predominately a running blog.  It is a PASSIONATE running blog (don’t forget I’m walking and riding my bike too – lol).  It’s main objective is honoring my mother through running or mileage if you will, 11,315 long hard miles.  I also use this blog, that passion, to honor others as well.  I wouldn’t say running is my passion, but the process and results that running brings have intensified my passion in other goals I want to achieve.  The planning, the discipline and the joy of completion – on my own terms.  Passion can be crazy!  Crazy good!  The feeling that comes up from your gut that makes you want to achieve that special goal. It doesn’t have to be running, it can be anything really.

I was born with dislocated hips which required I wear a body cast.  My left tendon in my neck was so tight I couldn’t move my head from side to side.  The story goes the doctors wanted to cut out the tendon which would have left a large indentation in my neck for life.  My father refused to let them cut the tendon out and proceeded to stretch my neck back and forth until the tendon elongated and I could move my head from side to side, therefore, no need to have the tendon cut.  If you were to look at me you would never know I had any issues with my neck or hips.  It hasn’t slowed me down or kept me from doing anything.  What is the point of this vignette?  We all have issues, hurdles or hills to climb on the way to achieving your passion.  The beginning path may be rough but the ending glorious.

It’s crazy not to have passion.  Happy miles to you and a very happy Tuesday.

8 thoughts on “Passion vs. Crazy Part 1- My Inner Thoughts of Why I Run

  1. Most people that say we’re crazy are just scared to do anything worth while in their own lives, so they just sit back and judge others while they chase their passions and dreams.

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  2. I have such admiration for what you do. I can’t run. My spine doesn’t have the normal “s” curve to it. Its shorter than normal that has lead to lower back problems and spinal fusion surgery in my neck 2 years ago. Keep Running!

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      • Thanks. I hurt in the first time in 1992 moving snow in St. Louis. That is when they discovered the problem. Its genetic. There is nothing that can be done. The doctors back then said I would only be back to 70% of what I was before the injury. I was blessed to have two physical therapist who drilled into my head that can never be accepted. I’m back to about 85% or so. I am in pain every minute of everyday and will be until the day I die. I had to make a choice years ago about dealing with the pain. I could wallow in it or move on. I decided to move on. The spinal fusion in my neck will be in major health concern for the rest of my life. To be totally honest with you ( like I could lie to you) I get tired of people who sit around and whine about all of their health problems. They need to get over it. I do love your blog. Have a Great Day!

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