Runners are an awkward breed. Everyone has their own things that they do that sets them apart from the pack, but for the most part – and we’ll admit it – we are a bit looney. On my 11-miler this weekend, I had a lot of time to think about a few things that make me just another one of those looney runners. And I don’t hate it. But here are my Running Confessions.
- I’m that runner that needs to set out everything the night before a long run or race. I’m talking clothes, I’m talking fuel packed in the SpiBelt, I’m talking breakfast laid out on the counter.
- I’m that runner that needs to know a few days in advance when I will be doing my long run. I can’t just decide the day before that my 11 miler is happening tomorrow. That just doesn’t work for me. I need to mentally prepare myself for the long run/race. I need to fuel the day before and make sure I’m hydrated – because I know that I won’t feel right if I don’t.
- That being said: I’m that runner that hates people who can up and run 10 miles on whim. I wish I could do that. I wish I could not be in training and just go and run 10 miles without dying. But I would be crawling by the end without fuel and training
- I’m that runner who changes my gait pattern throughout a run based on how my legs feel. This may be due to my PT background and because I have the knowledge to adjust my mechanics to decrease pains that I’m feeling. This is actually beneficial I guess, but
- I’m that runner that read articles about running. And I’ll read things, then Google the topic to find supporting evidence. I don’t always listen to what the article is saying, but it’s always good to know whats out there.
- I’m a slow runner. This one took me a long, very long, time, to accept. I’ve been an athlete my entire life. Sports have always been “my thing”. And it took me a long time to realize that running, while it is a part of all of my sports I played, is a totally different sport on its own. I found myself getting upset when I would see people who looked “unathletic” running faster than me. (I know, that’s extremely shallow of me, but this is a #nojudgementzone right?). Now I embrace my runs and work towards being better than the runner I was last week. That’s what it’s all about anyways, right? It just took me 4 rounds of training for half marathons to get there.
- Speaking of being slow, I’ve learned to listen to my body on long runs. When I push it up a hill and I’m breathing heavy, I slow it down for a few minutes until my breathing settles. I like to take the conversational pace with most long runs and really hone in on my breathing. I’ve stopped looking at my times and stopped paying attention to my pace.
- My run Saturday was the best run I’ve had in awhile. I didn’t feel fatigued until Mile 8 of 11 and I took it nice and comfortable. I finished 11.03 miles at an average pace of 11:15. And that’s okay with me. Last year when I trained for the OC Half that I PR’ed – my training runs were never faster than 10:15 average pace. Know what I did on race day? 9:33 pace. Yep.
- I’m that runner that lives in compression socks/sleeves. I think it’s honestly a mental game at this point – but they sure do make my legs feel amazing! Not only do I wear them the day before a race, during the race, and after for recovery… I actually wear them to work sometimes when I’m in the hospital. I’m on my feet pretty much the entire work day minus lunch, and I have pretty poor venous return when I’m on my feet, so the compression socks help with that a ton.
- Yes, I have worn them to the grocery store/out running errands.
- I’m that runner that would sleep with my foam roller if that wasn’t a weird thing to do. I lay on that thing to stretch out my back and chest, I roll out my ITBs and adductors and calves. It’s just an amazingly simple creation that can make you feel so much pain and feel so good at the same time.
- I’m that runner that talks about running a lot. I Instagram my runs. I let people know that I’m walking funny through these outlets because I ran 11 miles this morning (that happened Saturday). I tell my friends about my runs – my runner friends, because they get it.
- I’m that runner that gets serious runger and will eat all the things. Because it’s okay, I’ll run it off later. (This is the worst lie I tell myself and once this half marathon is over, Skinny Sam will be back!)
- I’m that runner that would rather spend $100 on new running shoes than on any other shoes. The same goes with running clothes. Running gear > all over clothing. Let’s be honest.
And there you have it. Twelve of my confessions of being a runner.
What are some of your running confessions?!