...you've kept your plans to go out, and ran through the subsequent hangover (for the sole reason that your training schedule said you had to)
...you're in your car on the way back from a destination run and you're on such a runner's high you consider a quick run around your neighborhood when you get home
...you have a separate pair of shin compression sleeves to wear when you're not running
...you head out for a winter run in a t-shirt because after a mile you'd be peeling off all exterior layers anyway (and after two miles you're so sick of carrying them you'd almost rather throw them away, but you paid so much damn money for the clothes you can't throw them away, so better just leave them at home for a colder day)
...you're thinking about your next run on your current run
All of the above have happened to me in the past seven days. Last week I blogged about my Runiversary; a year ago I had a very hard time thinking of myself as a runner. I was more "someone who is going to die on this treadmill and regrets not writing a will." Definitely not a runner, yet. Here I am, one short year later, and I happily call myself a runner. And even better yet, someone who blogs about running...
You might be a running blogger if...
...on your run you're writing the blog commentary in your head
...you run with a camera/camera phone to document the journey for the web
...you check Runner's World Daily newsletter each morning for more things to write about
(Again, did all of those in the past seven days.)
One of my favorite running bloggers is Mollie at Eat, Run, Read (three of my absolute favorite things). A while ago she had a post about Running vs. Jogging (or is it y-ogging, with a soft j, I'm not sure) and I loved it. Here's the list she posted, and make sure to check out her blog!
You might be a “jogger” if…
You jog in place at red lights.
You wear shorts over full-length pants. True runners own and love their spandex and have nothing to hide.
Your form makes other runners, and any observing doctor or athletic trainer, cringe.
You make shoe decisions based on color.
You wear a fuel-belt on any run less than 7 miles.
You wear a running skirt (except for SUAR who rocks her skirt).
You've never run through pain. (Ok, ok, so runners are a little bit stupid sometimes...but that's just how it is.)
You only run when it’s sunny and the temperature is between 50 and 75 degrees.
You ask other runners how long their marathon was. (True story – this happens! Here’s my PSA for the day: All marathons are 26.2 miles. Anything else is a race, but not a marathon.)
You don’t care about competition.
You run without a sports bra (women, obviously).
You’re only in it for fitness and/or weight loss (I’m not hating on fitness, I’m just saying…), and therefore tend to quit after a month.
Then Running Buddy stumbled across this video on Facebook, and it's priceless.
"You ran 15 miles on purpose? You mean with your legs and feet? I do not drive that far on my way to work."
"So the first person to do this died?"
"That is stupid."
Anyone who is a runner can completely understand how ridiculous (and realistic) this conversation is.
I had a great run on Sunday, and I'm now back in love with running. :)