Hello, See You in a Porridge readers! I'm Tracy and I blog at A Change of Pace where I ramble about fitness, my obsession with my capsule wardrobe, and life as a teacher-turned-engineering-student. Kristen is one of the sweetest bloggers I know (and I can vouch that she is just as sweet in real life!) and I know she is having the time of her life right now! I'm honored she asked me to help keep you guys entertained while she's off on her dream European adventure!
I became a runner a little over 4 years ago. It's easy for me to define when I became a runner because prior to 4 years ago, I very solidly was not a runner, had never run for more than a couple minutes, and then one day I decided to become one. As I've gotten more into running and made friends with other runners, I've started noticing some of the things that make us runners just a little bit...different. Today I'm sharing some of the things we do that are weird, annoying, and sometimes straight up obnoxious - to ourselves and non-runners alike.
For the record, I'm also a big fan of 0.0 stickers and those who sport them. I can take a joke.
Speak to each other in various number/letter combinations. PRs/PBs, 5k, 10k what does it all mean?! Sometimes I stand around after races talking with my runner friends for hours, as you do, about the race we just ran, and I'm sure some parts sound like we're speaking in code. For runners, these codes are everything. We know distances like the back of our hands (and are quite adept at converting back and forth from miles to kilometers). There is nothing sweeter than catching up with a friend afterward and hearing them yell those two letters - "I PRed!". Even better yet, being the one yelling! They might not make sense to the people around us, but they're sacred to us.
|As if just yelling about a PR weren't good enough, my recent marathon had a PR bell you could ring!|
Jog in place at stoplights. We know, it looks like we're following along with our own personal aerobics video, but we don't care. We're not trying to show off, it's just that if it's only going to be a few seconds before we can cross the street, we'd rather just keep our momentum going.
Order all the carbs. True story: in March, I traveled to DC for a runcation with Kristen and Alyssa. We went out to dinner the night before our half marathon and chose an Italian restaurant because pasta. We ordered a huge plate of bruschetta to share between the 3 of us, and we each ordered an overflowing fettuccine alfredo entree. Running + carbs forever.
Stand on the sidewalk staring intently at our wrists. Another scenario where we look stupid out in public. No, we're not reading the world's smallest print novel written on our arms...we're waiting for our GPS watches to sync up. It needs our unbroken stare to find the satellites. I don't know how it works, it's science.
Post Garmin pics on Instagram. You know, sometimes a run is just so good an magical that you feel this overwhelming need to share it with the internet ASAP. And sometimes it's so bad you need to share it so that the Internet can assure you it's not just you. Sometimes you have a perfectly mediocre, nothing special or out of the ordinary run but for some reason that needs to be shared too. Pics or it didn't happen?