We’ve all had them: conversations with non-runners about our races. One of my more senior co-workers, genuinely interested in my running but also completely clueless about distances would often ask, “So did you run any marathons over the weekend?” I always tried to reply respectfully with “No, but I had a good training run,” or “I ran a great 10K race.” I just couldn’t find the right words to explain that not every race is a marathon.
Last weekend, when we crossed the border, Dave was questionned by the Mr. Customs Officer.
Customs Officer: Where are you from?
Dave: Oakville.
CO: And where are you headed?
Dave: To Boston.
CO: The reason for your visit?
Dave: To run the Boston Marathon.
CO: How long?
I proudly sat up and wanted to tell him “26.2 miles, just like every other marathon.”
Dave: Four days.
“Oh,” I thought. “That’s what he meant.”
Some days, it is really hard to stop being a runner.
That's cute 🙂
TOTALLY something I would do. Yet another reason why my hubs thinks I am crazy runner woman.