This question comes from one of my favorite bloggers, Marlene, who asks:
When did you know you had become a runner? Was there a defining moment, or was it a gradual progression over time?
It seems like it should be gradual, but I think there was a defining moment: my first race at the Broad Street Run in Philadelphia, about 2 1/2 years ago now. I was originally going to do a shorter race, like a 5K, but a friend encouraged me to think big. And I did. 10 miles was exactly 10 times farther than any distance I had run to that point.
And that's when I had to start training. I eventually worked up to 10 miles and was ready for the race. My dad came along to cheer me on. I knew I was a runner when I picked up my packet at the expo among 20,000 other runners. I knew I was a runner the night before the race when I "carb loaded" like the professionals do, and even abstained from a glass of wine. Oh yeah, I was making ALL the big sacrifices.
And then I woke up the next morning and got ready to go. I had placed all of my clothes out the night before and knew exactly how to get to the starting line. I warmed up and was nervous awaiting the start. When that gun went off, I knew my life was changed: I was a runner.