The other morning I was running laps around our condo complex. When I first started, I was just doing a little walk/jog/gallop/skip combination of sorts to warm up. I was also throwing a few stretches in there.
As I was going along, I met guy out for his morning walk. Apparently in my stretches I had cracked my back (or something?) and he exclaimed, "Geez, I could hear your back crack all the way over here, when you were back at the corner." He was probably 20 feet away. Weird.
Then I met another guy out for his morning walk a little later in the run. The first time we passed each other, we just said, "good morning" to each other. The second time, he gave a head nod, and I gave a wrist flick. The third time, he said, "Wow, how far do you run?" And I answered, "Just two miles." But I ran away just a little faster, feeling a little more like I runner than I have in years.
You see, most of the time, I don't feel like I count as a runner. Don't get me wrong, I love running. But, I love running a little bit. I love running two to four miles at a time. I love running 10 to 15 miles in a week. I love running intervals some days and running slow some days. Like I said, I love a little bit of running. The true runners seem to be the ones who run the marathons and half-marathons and train for months and months to run many, many miles. I have no intention of ever attempting to run a marathon. I have no intention of ever trying to run a sub-seven minute mile again. So, by my definition, I don't count as a runner...I'm more of a 5K Fun-Runner. Or a "Funner" as I've abbreviated.
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you know you want to run a marathon with me...
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