I wasn’t going to post today but then I couldn’t stop thinking this one thing. I really, really want to go for run. It’s actually taking a lot of effort for me to not go throw on some workout clothes, lace up my shoes, and go out for a run. Hell, I’m not even sure I could run right now. It certainly wouldn’t be pretty. It would probably be more like waddle shuffling. I’m NOT going to run, because I know my body would hate me (I mean, come on, it hates me when I roll over too fast) – but don’t be surprised to see me out there trying to induce labor next month. I’m not even joking.
Just this thought alone has confirmed that my fears are crazy.It’s kinda like when you see someone running in 95+ degree weather and you want to join them. Or when you torture yourself by reading a million race reviews and you wish you could have been there, despite how crappy the race went. Or when you see someone the pouring raining- and you want to join them. Or you see someone walking and you want to scream out the window at them, “WHY DON’T YOU RUN???” (am I the only one who feels this way?) – and then you want to join them. If you haven’t caught on… I really want to run.
Bottom line? I am a runner.
I AM A RUNNER because my runs have names. I do tempo runs and threshold runs and fartlek runs. I do long, slow runs and track workouts. My runs are defined, even if my abs are not.
I AM A RUNNER because my shoes are training equipment, not a fashion statement. The best shoe for me is the one that makes me a better runner. I choose the shoe that goes with my running mechanics, not my running outfit.
I AM A RUNNER because I don’t have running outfits. I have technical shirts and shorts and socks. I have apparel that enhances the experience of running by allowing me to run comfortably. I can say “Coolmax” and “Gore-Tex” in the same sentence and know which does what.
I AM A RUNNER because I know what effort feels like, and I embrace it. I know when I’m pushing the limits of my comfort and why I’m doing it. I know that heavy breathing and an accelerated heart rate–things I once avoided–are necessary if I want to be a better runner.
I AM A RUNNER because I value and respect my body. It will whisper to me when I’ve done too much. And if I choose to listen to that whisper, my body won’t have to scream in pain later on.
I AM A RUNNER because I am willing to lay it all on the line. I know that every finish line has the potential to lift my spirits to new highs or devastate me, yet I line up anyway.
I AM A RUNNER because I know that despite my best efforts, I will always want more from myself. I will always want to know my limits so that I can exceed them.
I AM A RUNNER because I run. Not because I run fast. Not because I run far.
I AM A RUNNER because I say I am. And no one can tell me I’m not.