On Being a Runner

So I deactivated my facebook page on a whim.  Mostly because I hate the new timeline crap, but also because I feel like as a whole young people have become too dependent on it (myself included) and I kinda want to see how long I can go without it.  So on that note, I’ve spent a lot of free time surfing running websites.  And one I’ve come across is http://www.letsrun.com/forum – it has people posting all the ways you know you’re a runner.  And if you’re a runner there are a lot of these sites.  Anywho, I came across a particular post that said; “You know you’re a runner when you use the words “10 miles” and “fun run” in the same sentence.” And it brought me back to High school.

One time during the winter my senior year I was talking to my boyfriend’s family.  And they asked me if I had any races or such nonsense coming up.  That’s when I told them I was just doing a 9 mile fun run.  And they looked at me like I was insane.  And that’s when I realized the level at which I’d become in love with running.  So the question I want to ask y’all is; have you ever had a moment where you realized just how much you’d become a runner?

And now I can move onto my next rambling.  So I had dinner last night with my two friends Bethany aka Big Spoon  and David.  It was a fun time, I think we all ended up hanging out for like 2 hours.



I love taking random photos.  They tried doing the same to me.  But the thing is, I own the camera.  Hahah so I just delete the pictures I don’t like 😉 Winning. Anywho, it was a fun time.  And we were fairly classy and drank wine with dinner, which made my best friend Chelsea aka Chel Chel, laugh when we skyped later last night because I was still drinking the wine when we were skyping.  I felt obligated to finish it.  And she just thought I was the classiest individual.  Anywho, this is my best friend/lover/wife/sister/my everything:

I love taking pictures of her when we skype, sometimes I get some real interesting ones.  She’s pretty darn beautiful and awesome, I mean I think so anyways.  We had a lovely little chat, and there’s this thing we’re planning to do.  See she lives in California currently because her dad is a Marine and they move around a lot.  Anywho, my parents said that for my graduation they’d buy me a ticket to Cali to see her if she’s still there.. But our plan is to take that ticket and fly to England  because we both love english type things and it’s kinda our dream to go over there together.  So we are attempting to start putting that in the works. We’re mischievous.  But I mean we have to be, I haven’t actually been face to face with her in real life in like 2 years? maybe 3.  So we definitely need some together time.    So yeah, that’s pretty much all that’s going on right now.

Oh, I managed to get a lovely 2,000 yard swim in yesterday.  It was my fastest time to swim it in yet, I cut like 3 minutes off my best time.  I don’t know what it was, but I just didn’t cramp up and I felt great, I didn’t feel tired during it at all.  I think I could’ve done more but I had things to do and people to see :P.  So yeah, now that’s it.  So until later,TTFN.


2 thoughts on “On Being a Runner

  1. way to keep killing those swims!! and this time u didn’t have to re-eat the food u ate prior…jk. 😉

    oh man, so many little things that make us runners odd, how about u know u’re a runner when u can bring up fartlek and bodyglide in normal conversations. 🙂

  2. I literally just burst out laughing when I read the first part of your comment! Oh and definitly, or how we can run like x amount of miles, but when it comes to getting up to get the tv remote it’s a real workout 😛

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