It took me a while to get comfortable with calling myself a runner. When I first started racing and someone would say “I can’t believe you ran a half marathon!” I always felt the need to qualify it with something like “Well, I didn’t actually run the entire race.” I guess somehow it didn’t quite feel legit knowing that I had walked, too. But you know, I’ve learned over this past year and half that if you’re out there, you’re a runner. Speed, pace, brand of shoes, miles logged, races completed…none of that matters. You do it, so therefore, you are.
I AM a runner. And I’m running my 8th half marathon this weekend. Look out Big D, here I come! Happy Fit Friday, y’all!