Why I run?

Why do I run? Thats a question I've never thought much about until now. I guess the main reason I began running was because of my father. He participated in many races when I was younger and often went on daily jogs. I used to beg my mother to take me to the races to watch and even begged my father to let me tag along on the daily jogs. I admired my father for finding something to keep him in shape and something to make him feel great about himself. I wanted that too. So whenever I was a little older my mom put me in little races around our town. I was trying to discover myself and make myself feel great. I kept running races up until I was in highschool when it no longer seemed as important to me. I found other ways to excercise and express myself. Ways that were more me and not my father. I still run every now and then but now I run to stay in shape and let out frustration. Running still makes me feel good about myself but in a different way than it used to. I don't do things anymore just because someone else does, I do things for myself.