One of those Runners.

Check out this post on my other blog, "The Solitary Wordsmith," to see the inspiration behind what I wrote today!

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I never thought I would be one of those runners who would want all the miles. Some days I feel like I just want to keep running. But others, it takes so much effort and time to get out the door. And yet I never regret a single step I take.

I never thought I would be one of those runners who would chase someone down on the trails just to ask them what they were training for. Hey, I made a new friend!

I never thought I would be one of those runners who had to plan their days around getting the mileage done. If that means I have to run at 10 pm to get some extra miles, so be it. Mostly, I’ll just wake up early.

I never thought I would be one of those runners who willingly wakes up before the sun to get a run or a workout in before the workday began.

I never thought I would be one of those runners who would enjoy the wall, the second wind, and the “that bear just jumped up and grabbed her running round that corner.” Trust me it is a technical term and when you see it, it sucks. But when you experience it, you learn.

I never thought I would be one of those runners who would rather just be with themselves on the run; nothing to distract or take away from the mile that I am in. I never thought I would be able to find that running with others.

I never thought I would be the type of runner who cared about what she wore. Mostly, what would look best just covered in mud.

I never thought I would be the type of runner who would care about the shoes on her feet. I mean, it’s gotta feel good to be good yeah?

I never thought I would be one of those runners who was quiet about her goals. In the stillness of those mornings, in the undone moments of the intervals on the track, and in the last major climb of the long run, my thoughts always drift toward that slip of paper hiding in my wallet. The one with all the folds that is tattered and worn, scratched out in different shades of pens. The one that every step I run gets me closer to that moment. The one I’ve wanted so bad, I wrote it down on paper just hoping it would come true.