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Be Your {Running} Self

Posted Jan 31 2013 2:49pm

Birdie and I were chatting a few weeks ago. Have I mentioned she’s wicked fast and WINS races? Yeah, she does.

Remember how I ran the 10K? She ran the 5K. Ahem, she WON the 5K.

Remember how I ran the 10K? She ran the 5K.

I was proud of my 10K, just 10 weeks after surgery. 47:19:00, 65th place, 6th place in my Division (Women 30-39 in the 10K), and 20th of the women overall. She won. She WON the race. And ran 19:58. I mean, really. She’s a rock star.

Anyway, she’s fast and I’m…respectable. She said I should go run at Thursday Night at the Races, an indoor track meet held on Thursday nights in NYC. Fast people run there. I’m a fast people groupie. And a running nerd.

I buy my 16 month old niece matching running shoes. Cuz that's how I roll.

I buy my 16 month old niece matching running shoes. Cuz that’s how I roll.

I was flattered, but declined to hold up the events by making people wait til I finish my 7:30 miles for 3 miles. Sounds fast, and I’m proud of my time!, but I know those girls are running 5 minute (or less!!!) miles.

Yikes!

This would be me always.

This would be me always.

I’m not the target runner for that venue. Nor am I anywhere near elite, sub-elite, whatever comes after sub-elite status. I’m a middle-of-the-road gal.

I don’t pretend to know how to be or be a lead-pack runner. I also don’t pretend to be a cool runner. I fully burst out into song when I see someone I know at a race. I cheer like a wild banshee for my runner friends when they truck on by. I probably embarrass some people, but I don’t care.

Oh yeah. I bring the cowbell & drums to cheer.

Oh yeah. Me and my friends bring the cowbell & drums to cheer.

And so I feel good about my races and times. I don’t compare myself to people I have no business comparing myself to. I don’t get mad that Birdie runs 3:10 marathons and my best is a 3:46. I don’t covet other runners’ 40 marathon medals in 4 years cuz my body would never tolerate that.

And let’s be real. No matter how many blowouts I get at The Dry Bar  (why aren’t you making an appointment with them right now?), I am a curly girl.

Straight hair, sleek and pretty though it may be, is massively time-consuming. Wild child curls it is!

Straight hair, sleek and pretty though it may be, is massively time-consuming. Wild child curls it is!

When you know who you are, what your strengths are, all the amazing things you have to offer the {running} world and all your fabulous {running} friends, you can be happy for them instead of pining after their medals and times and brand ambassador opportunities.

It’s so much more fun to be happy for friends, isn’t it? Ugh. Jealousy is soooo time-consuming and lame. Be proud of your achievements, whatever they may be!

Now go out and run!


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