(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
-- 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.