Let's face it: runners are weird. There is an inordinate amount of strangeness that goes into this hobby. We rise at all hours of the day and night to run distances that cause an inappropriate amount of bodily discomfort - that's our idea of "fun."
(Just typing that made me want to squeal with joy. Bizarre, I know).
Recently, Runner's World posted a thread called, "You Know You're a Runner When..." and had people post their responses. They were knee-slapping hilarious - and just proved my point, runners are an odd bunch. Some of my favs?
-- you drive by someone running and get instantly jealous
(Totally)
-- running gear becomes a more romantic gift than flowers
(Brian recently surprised me with a whole pile of Honey Stinger gels and it almost brought tears to my eyes)
-- you get pissed off when a non-runner calls a 5K a "marathon"
(Cue the polite smile)
-- while stuck in traffic, you calculate how long it would take you to run home.
(I add an additional :30 per mile if I'm carrying groceries or the kid)
I didn't add my own to the list, but thought I'd share it here instead. Because on Sunday, after yet another punishing 14-miler (can I please have a good EASY long run? Please?), I still had to make it brunch with friends on time. Running late, as usual, I ripped off the running clothes, jumped in the shower, donned some dressy denim, but as on homage to my early morning, I made sure to not forget the importance of recovery. Cue the weirdness.
You know you're a runner when...
...you wear recovery socks under your everyday clothes.
(Just typing that made me want to squeal with joy. Bizarre, I know).
Recently, Runner's World posted a thread called, "You Know You're a Runner When..." and had people post their responses. They were knee-slapping hilarious - and just proved my point, runners are an odd bunch. Some of my favs?
-- you drive by someone running and get instantly jealous
(Totally)
-- running gear becomes a more romantic gift than flowers
(Brian recently surprised me with a whole pile of Honey Stinger gels and it almost brought tears to my eyes)
-- you get pissed off when a non-runner calls a 5K a "marathon"
(Cue the polite smile)
-- while stuck in traffic, you calculate how long it would take you to run home.
(I add an additional :30 per mile if I'm carrying groceries or the kid)
I didn't add my own to the list, but thought I'd share it here instead. Because on Sunday, after yet another punishing 14-miler (can I please have a good EASY long run? Please?), I still had to make it brunch with friends on time. Running late, as usual, I ripped off the running clothes, jumped in the shower, donned some dressy denim, but as on homage to my early morning, I made sure to not forget the importance of recovery. Cue the weirdness.
You know you're a runner when...
...you wear recovery socks under your everyday clothes.
Shh!
Everything looks good with Tory Burch, right?
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