...your injured friend wants you to put an eliptical machince in the back of your truck and drive around while they do their workout so it feels like they are actually running.
...your injured friend wants you to put an eliptical machince in the back of your truck and drive around while they do their workout so it feels like they are actually running.
...you come to a set up stairs, look around to see if anyone's watching, then pump your arms like you're attacking a big hill.
...when you're getting on people's nerves, it's not uncommon for them to snap "don't you need to go run 20 miles?" or something similar.
wannaberunnrs wrote:
You are constantly washing running clothes but have to go through piles of clothes on the floor to find work clothes each morning.
You think a black Timex Ironman watch goes with black tie dress.
An exciting date for you is going with your spouse to drive your 20 mile route for the next morning and plant sports drinks along the way.
Your family or friends sign up for "bike duty", to bike beside you during long runs so you don't have to carry anything you wouldn't carry during a race.
Right on, except for the last one.
I don't have a sign up sheet, but my wife loves biking with me, so of course I love having her tag along.
I also don't plant sports drinks. I live in DC, and if you think I trust that my drink wouldn't have anthrax in it you must be crazy.
Some from my own experience:
You driving with your friend and you tell them to pull into \"lane 1\".
You take a tour of a college and upon hearing that it was founded in 1954, the first thing you think is \"That was the year of the first sub 4 mile).
On that same note: You take a tour of a college and when they show you the \"Santee Hall\" building the first thing you think is \"Wes Santee.\"
this is dumb
when going on long road trips you draft off of other cars to save gas.
...you don't understand why certain "sports" are in the olympics.
When you're filling your tank with gas you carefully slow down before the cents register .60
you move your legs in a fashion which is faster than walking
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Then I can safely say that I am definetly a runner.
Sweetness wrote:
...you come to a set up stairs, look around to see if anyone's watching, then pump your arms like you're attacking a big hill.
you look to see if others are watching?
...you rub your own feces on your injuires to help them heal quicker
* ... someone asks you for the time, and you say "37:03, but I got stuck behind some yo-yo at the start."
* ... your worst day running is better than your best day working.
-You've ever skipped first block to get that run in.
-You smile when people mention the word "repeats."
-You whip out your cross-country/track hoodies for one reason: to impress the ladies.
-The work cotton makes you shiver in disgust.
-Your socks have a logo on them.
-Your work clothes are scattered all over the floor, but you hang your sweats, running shorts, and running shirts up.
-Nurses have asked you seriously if you have an eating disorder.
-When you say, 'No,' they ask your mother to leave the room and ask you again, reassuring you that they won't tell your parents.
-Ten minutes later, the nurse freaks out about your heart rate. You tell her that it'll drop back to normal later, because you had a hard run two hours ago.
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It's been mentioned over and over that you carry a pair of running shoes in your car at all times. I carry a pair of trainers, a pair of spikes, and a pair of flats.
you spend three hours at the shoe store, but still your shoes just don't fit right.
It pisses you off when your mother says "hun, you really need to eat something."
you've ever thought about getting-back at all the truck drivers.
you've ever done target practice with pepper spray.
a food commercial on television intices you to go work out.
you're frail old grandma weighs more than you.
It bothers you when people say you look thin.
you've been passed by car going 65 mph faster than you.
If that car came within six inches of you.
you spend three hours at the shoe store, but still your shoes just don't fit right.
It pisses you off when your mother says "hun, you really need to eat something."
you've ever thought about getting-back at all the truck drivers.
you've ever done target practice with pepper spray.
a food commercial on television intices you to go work out.
you're frail old grandma weighs more than you.
It bothers you when people say you look thin.
you've been passed by car going 65 mph faster than you.
If that car came within six inches of you.
I guess I am a runner
I want to be skinny as a twig.
....if you can justify downing a tin of red-bull and several pro-plus pills 30 mins before a race as your "psych-up"
......if you have to constantly argue the case to your flatmates, that no, NOT everybody can run! and it IS a sport worthy of respect!