Basically, when you finish a run, if there isn't a line of men or women swooning and/or throwing their panties at you, you're a hobbyjogger. I mean, that never happens to me, so I'm pretty sure I'm a hobbyjogger. I hope to get myself to sub-elite and then elite. I'm still young enough to make the 2028 Olympic team - I just need lung, quad/hamstring/calf transplants, and years of running in Flagstaff, and I'm LA bound!