(And the defining moment, for him, is totally understandable, easily overlooked, and pretty chuckle-worthy.)
Put this on your reading list. Bookmark it. Read it more than once. Maybe it was just the perfect time for me to be reassured, but this is truly for anyone who has ever wondered when they can classify themselves as a runner.
The article is here.
1. Your running clothes are in the easiest-to-reach drawer of your dresser...
and the drawer is completely overflowing...
|It's important to put your running clothes in the drawer you reach most easily to avoid any extra work in the mornings. I recommend hip-height, of course.|
2. You find yourself stretching at random times...like in the middle of cooking...or teaching a class of 8th graders.
3. You zone out into daydreams about your last run...or your next one.
4. You wish money grew on trees so you could go shopping for running clothes/shoes/accessories every day. (My running wardrobe won't be complete until every outfit is as coordinated as this one.)
|At first I was like, "This is unintentional and embarrassing", but then I was like, "OWNING IT!"|
6. You're more upset with the time off you have to take for an injury than the injury itself.
7. Black or lost toe nails and chafed skin are badges of honor.
8. You have no shame in wearing sneakers or compression socks in public.
|Yes, I wore these to school with bright violet shoes. I'm the coolest teacher around, clearly.|
10. Even your bad runs are good runs.
11. You find a way to incorporate core-work and cross-training into everyday activities.
|This is my classroom computer chair. Core strengthening, baby.|
13. You have seen your city cloaked in darkness, when most sane people are asleep.
|At least three gym-rats were giving me the stink-eye as I repeatedly took this selfie until I had the perfect "perplexed-and-resigned" expression.|
|If I'm being totally honest, I guess I'll admit that maybe this one was more for me than you guys.|
|From the first person I ever infected with the running bug!|
Yeah, that's definitely my #1, A-ha!, enlightenment moment. If so many of my amazing friends think I'm a runner, who am I to argue?
When did you know you were a runner?
Ever find yourself stretching randomly in public?