I ask this question of myself from time to time… “Am I a runner and everything that entails?”
When I tell friends and colleagues that I’ve started running they automatically give me a once over with their eyes. Sure I’ve lost weight, but I still have a lot more to go and I can hear their thoughts, “She doesn’t look like a runner.” I have a long way to go and I don’t have the physique of a runner, but yet aren’t I a runner?
In my mind, someone is a runner if they pull on their running shoes and go run on a regular basis. The distance or speed doesn’t matter as long as they run.
I think it’s hard for people to consider you a runner when you don’t fit the physical stereotype of lean and muscular. Being on the heavier side of things, this is definitely not me or my husband. Maybe people don’t think we are runners, because we started running to lose weight. Perhaps they assume we’ll quit when we reach our goal weight.
But, while I can’t speak for my hubby, I don’t plan on quitting running. In fact, the last week or so of running has been exceptionally good. I’m getting stronger, faster, and building up my endurance.
I had to buy a new pair of running pants because I wore mine out, I bought shoes I use exclusively for running, and I’m eyeing a Garmin as a future purchase because I want more precise numbers on my distance and speed that my phone’s app can’t provide. I have runner’s guilt when I don’t run and when I do run I feel like it’s been a productive day. When I’ve injured myself and couldn’t run, I’ve gotten runner’s depression.
To the lay-non-runner, however, they don’t know what this means. They don’t know what an accomplishment it is to go from running 8 minutes a session to 48. I hope I am able to continue running for a long time.