As a new runner I rejected the title "runner". I even rejected it as an adjective to describe me. I was running. I was learning to run. I was training for a 1/2 marathon but I was not a runner.
I had this idea that a runner was someone who was fast, who ran marathons and was stick thin. And I admit, I judged that the running community was unfriendly. It was club I was never going to belong to. I'm not fast, I'm not thin, and I am not a marathoner. Therefore, I was not a runner.
But it's hard to talk about running a 1/2 marathon without defining yourself as a runner. I tentatively tried the title on, the week of the Biggest Loser 1/2 at the phone store explaining to the sales clerk that "I am a runner and need a phone that won't die". Yes, 6 months of training for the race and I used the term runner to describe myself for the 1st time.
I held my breath after I said it. I was afraid he was going to challenge me. Ask for my runner card or something. Quiz me on the lingo. Challenge me in the store. But this crazy thing happened. He accepted my statement and then we bonded over his girlfriend being a runner.
I felt I needed to earn the title of runner because for so long I never felt it was something I could be. Six months of training and a 1/2 marathon medal seemed like enough sweat equity to bestow upon myself this coveted title. But guess what?
I became a runner the first day I started training.
That's right. The first day. The first step, in fact. I didn't need to prove it to anyone but myself. Because by and large, runners are an inclusive and friendly group. When I began talking about being a runner I found all these other people in my life were runners (or runners afraid to admit it) like me. I joined a Facebook group of people who love Disney and running and they were great.
Every person I told was excited. Some were skeptical, which I totally get. I would look at me and think-she never runs. But I do. But ultimately everyone wanted to connect with me if they were a runner or cheer me on if they weren't.
I'm sorry I missed out on the running community for so long. As I hit the pavement Friday morning before work to relieve the stress of the week, I passed several other runners. And when the last guy in tights waved at me, it hit me, I really am a runner!
1) I was running in the morning on a Friday
2) To relieve stress
3) When the guy in tights waved he was accepting me as a fellow runner
4)I didn't think, How strange? he's in tights
5)I thought, I bet he's training for a marathon. Good for him.
I imagine that he was having a similar thought as he was running behind me because here is the thing, unless you are a top finisher, your fellow runners don't care how fast you are. They are just happy you are a runner too. They aren't thinking "My God, why is she so slow?!". Nope. They are thinking, "You go do your race!".
When we were in Disney earlier this month a runDisney race, Tower of Terror 10 Miler, took place. Seeing the participants walking around with their medals was amazing motivation. And so many of them looked like me. All of the eager to talk about running. Some excited to talk about gear (one lady and I bonded over my Sparkle Skirt on the tram in Animal Kingdom). Each an inspiration to me, a fellow runner!