I have always loved that meme. But for me personally I never thought it was true.
When I ran my first 5K in 2005, I was not a runner. When I ran my second one more than 5 years later, I still wasn’t a runner. Even when I ran 4 miles along the beach in Santa Barbara during many of my lunch hours, I considered myself consistent, but I still didn’t consider myself a runner. Santa Barbara is still the most beautiful place I’ve ever run though.
My defining moment came in August. I had been waking up at dawn on Saturday for months already and running in all kinds of different weather conditions. I had purchased my GPS watch and dropped a sizable amount of cash on new shoes. I had already run in my first 10K. I was getting faster. My mileage was getting longer. None of this had anything to do with it. I did all those things and still felt like kind of a fraud.
The day I realized I was a runner was a regular work day and I had just come back inside from my lunch break run. As I was changing in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised to see how tan I was. More importantly how awkward my tan was. I had the most serious farmer tan of my life in the shape of my racer back, running shorts, and socks. For some reason it clicked right then and a tan that in the past would have made me cringe and cover up with embarrassment, made me feel strangely proud. I had spent so much time working hard in the hot summer sun wearing my running uniform that it was outlined onto my body.
On the way home I stopped and bought some sunscreen. You can never be too careful. 🙂
When was your defining moment?