You can call me a runner! At least you can after this week. I had been on break too long and the description wouldn’t have been accurate. All week, I ran. I ran more than I had this winter. I pulled on tights. I laced on my sneaks. I tied back my hair. I ran mid-day. I ran at night. I ran inside. I ran on a treadmill. I ran to music. I ran in silence. I ran uphill. I ran downhill. I huffed and puffed. I sweat. I set a goal. I attained it. I ran. I’m a runner once again.
“If you run, you are a runner. It doesn’t matter how fast or how far. It doesn’t matter if today is your first day or if you’ve been running for twenty years. There is no test to pass, no license to earn, no membership card to get. You just run.”
– John Bingham