Starting to run was probably the hardest thing I ever did. I got sick all the time and felt like Crohn's was laughing at me the entire way - telling me that I was never going to be able to run like everyone else. All the times I pooped my pants or had to squat next to a tree, hoping that no one would run by and see, seemed as though running was going to be a continuous reminder that my intestines hate me.
The last two days have started me on a race that no longer allows Crohn's to hold me back. For the first time ever, I have not needed to race to find a suitable place to poop for more than one run in a row. Running actually felt good.
There was no pain, no regret, no wanting to give up.
There was just the trail and myself.
Crohn's doesn't have to be a pain in the butt when in comes to running. Yes, it has taken me nine months of experimenting with different food and pushing myself to the point of throwing up, but I will beat Crohn's, and it is never going to take me down the road of wanting to give up.
The challenge for everyone else is simple:
Don't give up on your dreams. No matter how big, small, or seemingly impossible. You can and will, eventually, complete them. Who cares if it takes a few years? All that matters is that nothing can stop you from being everything you want.