I think distance running is like a secret club. You don’t realize how many people are doing it until you’re immersed in it. Now I find marathoners and half-marathoners EVERYWHERE. This is why I love wearing my race tshirts when I go out to do errands. I always happen to meet another runner.
Last night I went to the grocery store since I was already getting awfully bored of eating my non perishables. I was wearing my Queens half shirt (which on a sidenote ALWAYS smells like fried food, no matter how many times I wash it) and I met this older lady. She asked me if I was a marathoner, and I said, Yes. I am. It’s still weird saying I’m a marathoner. Sometimes I have to think before I answer. She told me she runs them too and that she usually runs all the halfs each year. She was planning her next marathon for her upcoming 60th birthday. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s pretty badass. Running is hard on the body and hard mentally. I can’t imagine I could still physically keep doing this at 60. I guess I have something to aspire to.
When I meet people like her, it makes me feel guilty that I’m sidelined. I feel like I should be out there running. And now that summer’s nearing an end and the weather is WONDERFUL, I really miss it. I want to get up early and run. Crazy, huh? But I guess I’ll do the responsible thing and let it rest. I know it’s better in the long term.
Stupid hamstring.
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