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The Real Reason I Run

Time alone. A sense of satisfaction.  Setting goals and working to obtain them. Having fun.  A great time for reflection a prayer.

These are all reasons I like to run.  I feel good when I run.  But the other week I was reminded of the REAL reason I run.  The real reason to run.

Two weeks ago, I finally had my stress test to rule out a heart issue.  The stress test was a "vitality test" that not only monitored the heart, but my breathing and oxygen consumption as well.

The good news is that my heart if fine.  It showed no arrhythmia.  There was no negative change in blood pressure.  All was good with my heart.

Actually, all was great with my heart.

And a few days later, I got the full results of the test.

My % body fat is in the "athletic range"

My resting metabolism is higher than even predicted based on my weight and % body fat.

My exercise capacity is 120% of that predicted for my age, which means my body is "younger" than my actual age in years.


So the real reason I run, is to be healthy. To stay healthy for my kids.


So that I can continue run with my boys as they get older.


So that I can see the joy of them fulfilling their own vocations.

So I can hold my grandchildren.

So I can see my grandchildren fulfill their own vocations.

So I can be blessed to be surrounded by my great grand children.

That is the real reason I run.

Comments

  1. Wow those test are amazing!!!!! Great post!

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  2. I LOVE this post! Thank you for sharing this...

    Make it a great day!

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  3. Great test results! I would love to have those results.

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  4. Good news Katie and good for you!

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  5. So cool about your medical reports! And I love your reason to run!

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