Today I realized that I’ve been running for over a month now. I’m so proud of myself. I know that probably seems stupid, but I am. It makes me happy.
Then I started thinking about how I don’t really consider myself a “runner” or an “athlete”. I just don’t. I’ve never really been into sports or anything except for being on the basketball team in grade 7. But that was a long time ago. I feel like I have so much history not doing anything active that I have to almost earn calling myself a runner.
But then I thought that maybe I should go easier on myself. For the last month I’ve been getting up at 6 am to run 3 or 4 times a week. I’ve kept on running when I was tired and sweaty and it felt like my legs wouldn’t be able to take one more step. I’ve felt fast and strong when I’ve finished runs. Those are all things that runners do.
So I’ve decided that I’m now a runner. I’m claiming my title.
I could have written this post. Actually, I think I have written this post. I still don’t consider myself a runner. Sigh…