I often wonder if people set out to be runners, or if they often, like me, just happen to fall into the habbit. I could blame a lot of things, people and/or events for this obsession, but the truth of the matter is that I was chatting with a friend who wanted to run something called a 5k. She asked me to run it with her. I said, "sure as long as you don't mind me hobbling along because I am NOT a runner."
One smart phone, two 5k traing apps and four 5k's later, I'm still pretty sure I'm NOT a runner. Granted I've figured out how to run a mile without stopping. If you consider that I've never, ever done that, not even in my ultra-pre-child-uber-skinny years, then running a whole mile is pretty momentous. The fact that I often run two miles without stopping is also mind staggering to me. I express no confidence in ever being able to run something akin to a marathon, but I don't mind aiming for 6 or 7 miles.
Those types of thoughts make me wonder if I've suddenly turned into a runner. The fact that I find running humor funny also makes me apprehensive that I might be crossing the line from normal human being to crazed fanatical running unit. Other proof that I might be crossing the normalcy line is the fact that I want everyone to join me. I'm looking for a family fun run so that the girls can run with me. I'm impatiently waiting for summer so that Tanner can start training. I try to convince non-runners and never-have-run to try it, just for little while...pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee!
I wish I had discovered the running bug earlier in my life. I regret missing out on all of the runs that I could have done. Then I settle down and remind myself that I am NOT a runner. I'm just a normal, human that likes to pound a little pavement and considers a short 1 mile run a warm up to a serious workout.
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