I think it has finally happened. I think I'm officially a runner now.
I wouldn't say I'm ready to be promoted from "Newbie" status yet, but I now refer to myself as a runner. After months of flirting with the notion, there have been some specific occurrences that have led me to believe I've officially crossed over to the dark side. There's no going back now.
Here are my reasons why.
A few weeks ago, I cancelled my gym membership. I, the former football player who used to love nothing more than lifting heavy weights while blasting music through my headphones, have cancelled my gym membership.
Now, it's only temporary while I train for my half marathon, and I do have access to a small gym at work. But still, this is a telltale sign. If I have a decision between lifting some weights at the gym or a 30-minute run after work, you better believe I'm choosing the latter.
I cancelled my gym membership, because I'm a runner now.
When I first started running, I wore a pair of baggy basketball shorts. Now, I'm proud to say I've switched to a pair of Nike running shorts. At 6-foot-5 with long legs, I may look goofy, but the shorts feel amazing. I remember thinking to myself the first day I wore them, "I officially look like a runner now."
I look like a goofball in my short shorts, because I'm a runner now.