I don't particularly like anything starting with "You know you're a (fill in the blank) when..." so I won't do that here. I'll simply say that I am a runner. And I know it. How do I know it? Because of what I was thinking about in the car on and off for 8 hours yesterday.
I've mentioned before that I'm very much a numbers-oriented person. Because I run alone I have lots of time to calculate pace, split times, projected time and speed, etc. After slowing my pace by a minute/mile while running up a hill for a mile and a half, my thoughts turn to how fast I need to run the next few miles to get back to my target pace.
So as I was slowed at various times yesterday by traffic, bad weather, mountainous climbs and stops for gas fillups, I instictively started processing what speed I would have to average over the next hour, two hours, 100 miles etc in order to get back to my desired pace for the trip. Stupid? Maybe. A sure sign of a runner? Definitely.
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