I think that what separates running from other sports is that running, unlike, say, hockey or basketball, involves no goal. There is a finish line, of course, but that’s not why one does it. And there is no score or penalty box or period. Running is primal. Running is instinctive. The act of moving forward, of carving a path through space, is the crux of running. There is no other object. And in running, one is always just about to arrive, if only one continues to push farther, faster, onward and onward. Running, then, is the physical manifestation of hope.
While we're on the topic of running, the above is a little bit that I wrote about the activity way back in May 2009. (I miss everyone and everything about that summer.)