I have been running for a year and a half now, steadily increasing my pace and stamina. My body has changed and improved but it’s my brain which has changed the most. Sometimes particular thoughts just make me realise that I am actually a runner. Running has become a lot more than doing a physical activity.
You know you’re a runner when…
- Your weekly wash has more running clothes than regular clothes.
- You’ve lost a toenail (possible multiple times). And it’s not that bad.
- Your first thought when you look at the daily weather forecast is if you can fit in a run in between the rain (especially if you run on this side of the pond).
- The disappointment you feel when you don’t get into the London Marathon can only be described as ‘absolutely crushing’. Same with New York. And Boston. And Berlin.
- You have a drawer/shelf full of medals and other race souvenirs that you’re not sure what to do with.
- You no longer make fun of fanny packs because your running beltlooks very similar to one. But it’s cooler. So much cooler.
- You budget in your monthly spend on race entry fees, running clothes, and travel to and from race venues.
- You cancel on nights out because they disrupt your running the next day.
- In fact your idea of a fun Friday night is mapping out a new route for your weekend long run.
- Wearing lycra no longer embarrasses you.
- In fact running fashion has taken a whole new meaning. Especially since all designers seem to be embracing it and trainers are being worn on runways.
- You have shoes for road running, trail running, racing, running in the rain, and possibly even mud running (not to be confused with sneakers you might run errands in).
- You swear this is your last race of a particular distance until you reach the finish line, where you proceed to sign up for another because of the post-race euphoric high and sense of achievement.