I am a 49 year old and people in my running community think I do nothing but run. Well, I work, but they think I have no other interests, no children and am a total jerk.
At a race last summer, I didn't do too well and was passed in the last 200 meters by a female Kenyan. At the awards banquet, I was pounding the table in frustration, saying how I was going to "train my brains out and pound her into the ground next year."
I could see the people laughing at me. They think I'm a joke.