Are You a Runner?

That question caught me by surprise.  “Uh, yeah” I feebly replied.  I had just plucked a bottle of orange juice out of a tub of ice after finishing the HRCA Backcountry Half Marathon and one of the volunteers was guarding the drinks.  After a few seconds I was able to add “Some days more than others.”  The volunteer stood her ground.  “I didn’t see your bib.”  She clearly wanted proof that I had registered for the race.  I pulled the warm-up jacket I was wearing to reveal my bib and finisher’s medal. 

It reminded me of the time I wandered into the local vitamin store looking for some supplements.  The salesperson gave me the once-over and asked “Do you exercise at all?”

Maybe I’m reading too much into the question, but what was she implying?  That I’m not fit enough to run?  Didn’t the salt stains running down my face confirm my exertion?  Didn’t the dried boogers and Cliff-Shots on my face also validate my participation? 

But the question hits a deeper nerve.  Are you a runner?  The short answer is “heck yes.”  I am a runner and I live my life as such. 

And what does it mean to be a runner?
Is it defined by the pace we move?
Is it the volume of miles or finisher medals we accumulate?
Is it the 1,000 yard stare we perfect?
Is it the study of blisters and lost toe nails?
Is it the satisfaction of setting a goal; the struggle to overcome obstacles; and the joy of achievement?
Is it the bliss of living the good life?
Is it spending time with the nicest people you know?
Do you run because you like the way your body feels when you are moving?
Does your mood brighten when you think about the run you just did and the one you are about to do?

If you think of yourself as a runner, then you are one.

Are you a runner?