Today someone said, " Oh your a runner!" with such enthusiasm, as if we had something vitally important in common. I hated to disappoint them but had to reply, "No, I run." With that, there is a difference. When I think of a runner a certain persona comes to mind, one that looks lean, loves health food and pasta and lives in trendy athletic attire. I don't fit any of that description. I am thick, love my cream cheese and fried chicken (even though I choose not to live off the stuff for health benefits) and tend to dress according to the mood of that day.
When I think of a runner, I assume that this person lives for running, loves running and does it in there "free" time or as a hobby because of the endorphins that are released. I run. I run because I know I need to discipline myself, in my food intake, physical exercise and of the mind. I run because I don't want to get fat. I run because it creates social patterns that I couldn't follow if I didn't do something to relate to others outside of my natural social circle. I run so that Barnabas gets his exercise. I run because the bottom line is, I need to. I enter races so that I have one more motivating factor to get me out there to run. Yes, there may be other means or methods of exercise and I do partake of these on my cross training days. However, running is cheap, educational and an overall good form of activity for overall health.
I am still running.
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