I am so many different things. I am changing all the time. I have decided to add “I am a runner” to the list.
The other day I read ‘Dr. George Sheehan famously said that “the difference between a jogger and a runner is an entry blank.” In other words, you’re a runner the moment you enter a race.’
The article then goes on to say that you can really call yourself a runner when you feel like one.
I am not sure I feel like one, but I get up early three or so times a week and schlep myself along various local routes. I don’t actually run or even jog, it is more of a sweaty shuffle.
But I enjoy it. Actually, I really love it.
I don’t love the alarm going off when it is still dark, that is quite pants and getting up feels like a chore. But I love being outside when the air is crisp, the sun burning a reddy orange reflecting off the CBD in the distance. I love listening to my music, clearing my mind as the hot air balloons float above me. I love increasing my PB’s, it goes back to the challenge thing.
It has been tough coming back after my year on the couch but I am getting there, steadily increasing my distances and stamina. I’m spending more money on trainers than on proper, gorgeous shoes. That makes me feel like a runner.
I have two up and coming entry forms, one easier, one challenging, that is pushing me to keep training. I have an amazing support group that cheers on my wins and offers advice.
It’s not as cute and hipster as my crochet (yeah, I now call myself a ‘hooker’ too), I get stinky and sweat more than I ever thought was possible, I look uncoordinated as my legs kick out like an egg beater, I wobble and I am slow.
But it is mine and I love it. I am a sweaty shuffler runner.