Recently while spending the morning reading tales from some of my favourite internet friends, I found myself pondering the girl I have evolved into (<----get it? Darwin joke?! I slay myself sometimes) to over the past year.
Katie from Wishes and Whimsey recently posted The Day I Became a Runner, talking about what it means to be a "real" runner. And I commented, "that even though I am in the middle of training for my first Marathon, I still struggle to see myself as a "Real Runner" ". That sounds silly, doesn't it?
Hmmm...What is a Runner? Am I one? Or am I just a girl who wishes she was?
Immediately after posting that comment I found myself visiting Michelle over at NYC Running Mama, where she was discussing the rising cost of racing. To which I chimed in saying, how "this year I had really noticed the cost of races. Because to prep for my Marathon I was actually going to run 7 races in 2012". 7 races? Is that right? That is bananas!
Then it clicked for me.
I own more pairs of running shoes than I do high heels. I spend hours every day hydrating, fueling, and pounding the pavement. I worry about my time. I think about my splits. I spend my evenings reading Runner's World, coaching a 10km clinic at the Running Room, and mapping out my morning route on Daily Mile.
I am actually running. I am actually training. I am actually going to run a Marathon.
This little Darwinian Fail evolved into a Real Runner.
Love your Favourite Darwinian Fail,