I've never really thought of myself as a runner. Runners are those people who are super thin, wear all the cool gear and can run a 6 minute mile and say at the end.... "wow, that felt great." I have never been in that category.
What made me embrace all my running-ness and made me realize that I had actually morphed into a runner (gasp) was when K came home last night at 5:45 pm and the first words out of my mouth were:
"If I go for a run right now, I"ll still be back in time for you to go to soccer at 7. What do you think?"
It was cold. It was dark. I was tired and hungry and a VERY inviting glass of wine was calling my name. In the past, any one of those would have given me a gleeful excuse to sigh and say.
"I wish I could go, but you know it's just so dark and cold out right now.... I should probably just stay home"
I honestly feel a little apprehensive about labeling myself as "a runner". I mean shouldn't it require me to at least be able to do a 8 minute mile?
I'm embracing the fact that a runner is just someone who runs.... it doesn't matter for how long, how fast. It doesn't matter if I walk up hills or only get to go for 15 minutes some days. I honestly think of the 7 months that I've been doing this now and it terrifies me to quit because I'd have SO MUCH work to put in to get back to where I'm now. Maybe I'd feel a little more comfortable if I said that I'm a jogger. Yes that sounds better.
Hello, my name is Jessica and I'm a jogger
What I wouldn't give for me to be there with you! Miles away and yet together we are embracing the love of something so rewarding - if you would call it that. I too have become a jogger! :-) No 8 min miles here either, but the love of getting out and going nonetheless! -Jenn
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