On Sunday, I’m going to run my fifth race this year. I’m also going to earn my Will Run for Beer jacket. Over the course of this year, I’ve worked hard and stuck with running.
Sometimes I still wonder if I’m a runner. Previously, if someone asked me if I was a runner, I would have said no. I would have said, “I’m an athlete” or “I enjoy physical activity.” To me, runners are fast, skinny people, who move effortlessly down the street.
- Am I fast? Hell no.
- Do I dread getting off the couch to exercise? 75% of the time.
- Do I look like a lithe Olympic runner? HA! Not exactly.
I used to think these things precluded me from being a runner, but now I’m not so sure.
A few weeks ago my friend Mindy ran a half marathon. She trained her little butt off for that race. We’re basically the same size and the same speed – I would never, ever say she’s not a runner; she is!
Therefore based on my complex, statistical analysis this makes me a runner too. Q.E.D.
Here’s to finishing the Smuttynose 5k strong on Sunday thunderstorm free.
