And I'll say it again: If you run, you are a runner. It doesn't matter if you are fast or slow, thin or not, rich or poor, or go short or long. If you run you are a runner. It really is that simple.
I read a cute article on Active.com yesterday called How You Know You Are A Runner. There were 25 or so "tips" to tell you if you're a runner. Items like "you plan a vacation around a race", "you name your running routes. And all you have to say to your running buddies is, "new houses, 8 a.m.," and they know where to go", and "you're proud of your black—or lost—toenail". I selected those from the list because my husband and I have 3 trips planned around running events between now and November. Because, I tell my husband I'm running the Double Eagle and he knows just how far and where I'm running. And because my brothers and I send one another pictures of bruises, scrapes and breaks from our running and riding adventures. A morbid sort of wound one-upmanship. Nick is winning with his recent bike spill which surpassed my broken-ribs-in-the-dark event.
The comments that followed the article included additional reader "tips". One that broke my heart, though, was from a girl who said, "I guess I'm not a runner because none of these apply to me even though I run 10+ miles per week". Or something to that effect. Unfortunately she appears to have deleted her comment. I was going to reply to her comment that she is a runner regardless of what some silly article has to say. She runs. She gets out there and puts one foot in front of the other. And she should be proud of that. But posting a reply would have forced me to sign in to Facebook and I hate when I'm forced to do that. I guess in the future I need to suck it up and say what needs to be said to keep another runner on the road. Or treadmill. Or trail.
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