Why I Run

Sunday I completed the Mercedes Half-Marathon here in Birmingham. And I survived!

There was good reason not to run 13.1 miles yesterday. I even had a doctor’s excuse. You see, I have a connective tissue disease that’s trying its best to destroy my joints and muscles. So my doctor is constantly discouraging me from high impact exercises and suggesting that I stick to water aerobics and cycling instead.

To top things off, after an unseasonably warm winter filled with 65-degree days, this weekend Birmingham experienced its coldest days of the season. The temperature didn’t rise above freezing during the race. (And my connective tissue ailment is aggravated by cold weather.)

As the day of the race drew closer and closer, I began to doubt myself. I began to wonder if I’d made a mistake signing up for this. “Why did you think you could actually do this?” I started to ask myself. 

But my husband and closest friends kept encouraging me and reminding me of all the training I’d been doing for months. They reminded me that during that training I had run 11 miles, twice, so two more would be a piece of cake. 

And they were right. Sort of. Not a single mile of the race was a cake walk. Thanks to the cold I couldn’t feel my hands for the second half of the run even though I was wearing thick gloves. (Have you ever tried to tie your shoes with numb fingers? Doesn’t go so well.) And thanks to that pesky connective tissue disease I spent most of the run battling an achy ankle, a throbbing knee or a stinging shin (though I’m thankful my body was kind enough to not allow all three to hurt at once). But I kept going. I kept reminding myself why I run in the first place and how those reasons outweigh all the factors that tell me I should stay home on the couch.

I run because I have a disease that tells me I can’t.

I run for all the women suffering from illnesses that prevent them from living their best lives.

I run because the women of my running group Black Girls Run Birmingham convinced me that I could.

I run so that women and girls of color can see someone who looks like them crossing the finish line.

I run to defy the stereotype that we Southerners are all sedentary.

I run to hear my husband say, “Javacia, I am so proud of you.”

And I run because my God told me, in Proverbs 4:12, that “When you walk, your steps will not be hampered; when you run, you will not stumble.” 



  1. Even that cartoon dude on the back of that guy’s jacket is giving you props. I’m very proud of you.

  2. Congrats on this amazing accomplishment. So proud of you! You’ll have to come up to Chicago so we can run together!

  3. Congrats! You are my SHE-ro!! Knowing that you were able to train for & complete a half makes me know I can successfully complete a 5k!!

  4. Awesome and so encouraging!

  5. Congrats, Javacia! You represent us ‘girls’ of Black Girls Run well! May God continue to bless and keep you as you fight your disease and win!

  6. Thank you all so much for your kind comments. They mean a lot to me. Yes, Amy, we must run together one day. And Valerie, yes, you can complete a 5K. I’d love to be your running buddy if you need one.

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