think know I have used this Vin Diesel clip from Knockaround Guys before…I will use it again. Truth is, if I could figure out how to use it in every single post, I probably would. I think about this movie clip a lot when I run long. I know most people would assume that Rocky, Scott Jurek, Chris McDougall, or Dory, the Blue Tang fish saver, would be more likely. But no…it is, in fact, this
500 fights, that’s the number I figured when I was a kid.
500 street fights and you could consider yourself a legitimate tough guy.
You need them for experience. To develop leather skin.
So I got started.
Of course along the way you stop thinking about being tough and all that. It stops being the point.
You get past the silliness of it all.
But then, after, you realize that’s what you are.
Running is so much like that. You come up with a goal. That thing that will make you a “real runner.”
And so, you get started.
I saw those folks doing the Inaugural Savannah Rock and Roll marathon. That would make me a real runner. So, I put on my shoes the day after and logged 13.1 on a Monday, alone, with no medal.
I ran that same marathon a year later in under 4 hours. Surely, that makes me a real runner.
I DNF’d a race I could have easily finished. I inflated the serious of a hurt so that folks wouldn’t ask questions. Not real sure where that ranks on the “Are you a real runner” checklist. But I know one thing for certain. I am not the only one who has done it. So, I have owned it, confessed it, and forgiven myself.
But there is the Cremator, my darling race. That event that feels like home in my heart. It was a turning point, a game changer, if I can use the phrase. So I ran it. It was the best run of my life. I can’t wait to do it again. That must make me a real runner.
I won a race. Little bit of luck to that one as I was not the fastest female out there that day.
But that is how all races go. You run your race because you are really only competing against yourself. You can’t control others. You just do your best and see where that gets you. Certainly that must make me a real runner.
I pick up odd jobs just to keep my race fees from coming out of the family budget. Certainly that makes me a real runner.
I have secured childcare for myself and my crew chief 68 days prior to an event so that we can go freeze our asses off for 24 hours while I run around in circles trying to accumulate 100 miles to get THE Delirium buckle. By God if THAT won’t make me a real runner…
The truth is that this isn’t what I sat down to write about.
I sat down on this morning in a quiet house with an awesome cup of coffee to tell you about some new cool head stuff I learned about during Mad Marsh 50k last weekend. And I still will write about them really soon because, well, I still think they are valuable if not for anyone else but me…and I would like to remember them.
But some where along paragraph 1, I realized something else again (as I think I have realized it a few times). I do, very often, refer to myself as a runner
- When someone hasn’t seen me since the weight loss and asks, “What are you doing?”
- When someone who is experiencing mental and emotional challenges and they ask how I cope
- When The Dude remarks on the youthfulness of my…jeans 😉
The answer is “I am a runner.”
I think that kind of thing can get in some folks’ head (some folks’ = me). And when I have a bad run, or I skip a training day, or I sign up for a ridiculously hard race, I remember all the times I said, “I am a runner.”
And sometimes I feel like a fraud.
The truth is, I am a person who runs. While running may be one of my top five favorite things on the planet, it is still one of a thousand things that I am and do.
To the rising number of people who say to me,
Yeah I am runner too. Well, not like you, but I run.
Let me say this…
I am runner just like you, and you, just like me. Melissa has 1 kid, I have 4, Mrs. Darling has 8. We are all mommas. It’s the same thing. I have doubts and fears and insecurities. I know people who can do things I will never do. They are people who run. I am a person who runs. You are a person who runs.
And we are all just trying to get past the silliness of it all…