You know you're a runner when......
(Courtesy of Bill Dwyer)
You have a very distinct "watch tan".
Your sport is the other sports' punishment.
Your heart rate is below 50 and you are not dying.
You move to a new neighborhood and after 3 months you know the streets better than your neighbor of 3 years.
You have a few black toenails.
You know that once the big toenail falls off, your big toe looks like a Chicken McNugget.
You have chafing in strange places.
You combine phrases like "3 mile workout" and "Easy Day" in the same breath.
You can eat your weight in spaghetti.
Your highest heels are your training shoes.
Gatorade is your drug of choice.
Your favorite food group is carbohydrates.
You understand the speed limit signs in Canada. (This is me!)
On trips you gauge distance left by how many "long workouts" it equals.
You actually use the trip odometer on your car for something besides seeing what kind of gas mileage your car is getting. (Me too!)
The first thing you notice about someone is their calves. (No comment!)
Your heart makes the bed shake.
You time the splits of little old ladies jogging around the track "just in case".
Your running shoes have mud caked on them permanently.
You own no pairs of cotton socks.
Your running shoes don't seem to last quite as long as they used to.
You know the precise lengths of every piece of road within 20 miles of your house.
Hydration has become a way of life.
When friends ask "What's new?" you tell them about the latest stretching book.
When you say "I'm going to the track", it has nothing to do with horses.
It really matters to you whether the track is 400 meters or 440 yards.
December is Chapstick month.
You know just how far a "k" is.
Your workout buddies have named a corner after you where you fell on an easy run one morning.
You hear a song on the radio and say to yourself, "hey, that would be a great tune to run to..." and make mental notes to download it later.
You recognize six seasons: Winter, spring, summer, fall, marathon, triathlon.
Headache? Run. Congestion? Run. Insomnia? Run.
You can drink a trickle of warm water from a public bathroom sink and be really happy.
You've rented both Prefontaine movies.
People yell, "Run, Forest, Run." . . . or people just yell. . . or stare.
You wear running shoes to most occasions--formal and informal.
No one else really understands the term "chafing."
You do an extra block or an extra two minutes at the end of your workout just to meet your weekly mileage goals.
You've just run your fastest time ever in a race where you placed 8,000th out of 30,000 participants and you feel invincible!
You have a very distinct "watch tan".
Your sport is the other sports' punishment.
Your heart rate is below 50 and you are not dying.
You move to a new neighborhood and after 3 months you know the streets better than your neighbor of 3 years.
You have a few black toenails.
You know that once the big toenail falls off, your big toe looks like a Chicken McNugget.
You have chafing in strange places.
You combine phrases like "3 mile workout" and "Easy Day" in the same breath.
You can eat your weight in spaghetti.
Your highest heels are your training shoes.
Gatorade is your drug of choice.
Your favorite food group is carbohydrates.
You understand the speed limit signs in Canada. (This is me!)
On trips you gauge distance left by how many "long workouts" it equals.
You actually use the trip odometer on your car for something besides seeing what kind of gas mileage your car is getting. (Me too!)
The first thing you notice about someone is their calves. (No comment!)
Your heart makes the bed shake.
You time the splits of little old ladies jogging around the track "just in case".
Your running shoes have mud caked on them permanently.
You own no pairs of cotton socks.
Your running shoes don't seem to last quite as long as they used to.
You know the precise lengths of every piece of road within 20 miles of your house.
Hydration has become a way of life.
When friends ask "What's new?" you tell them about the latest stretching book.
When you say "I'm going to the track", it has nothing to do with horses.
It really matters to you whether the track is 400 meters or 440 yards.
December is Chapstick month.
You know just how far a "k" is.
Your workout buddies have named a corner after you where you fell on an easy run one morning.
You hear a song on the radio and say to yourself, "hey, that would be a great tune to run to..." and make mental notes to download it later.
You recognize six seasons: Winter, spring, summer, fall, marathon, triathlon.
Headache? Run. Congestion? Run. Insomnia? Run.
You can drink a trickle of warm water from a public bathroom sink and be really happy.
You've rented both Prefontaine movies.
People yell, "Run, Forest, Run." . . . or people just yell. . . or stare.
You wear running shoes to most occasions--formal and informal.
No one else really understands the term "chafing."
You do an extra block or an extra two minutes at the end of your workout just to meet your weekly mileage goals.
You've just run your fastest time ever in a race where you placed 8,000th out of 30,000 participants and you feel invincible!
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