Running unites people of all races, the young and the old, employed or unemployed, men and women. It is more than a sport: it is a way of life. It shows how people can get together and–
What a load of hackneyed bullshit.
C’mon, admit it- running is a selfish sport. We’re all in it for ourselves, be it to lose weight, to get an ego boost, to be faster. If you’re running a great race and you’re flying by people right and left, we all know you’re not going to stop and think, “Hey, I might be hurting these people’s feelings by passing them. Guess I’ll just stop and run slowly with them for the rest of the race.” If you are that kind of a runner, I guess I just haven’t met you yet. But as far as I can tell, running is the most selfish sport out there. And that’s exactly why I love it.
What I said about running being a way of life is completely true, though, lame as it may sound. We runners have our own community, our own little world that we all enter for a few hours every week. For God’s sake, we even have our own Running Code of Ethics! The runner’s wave, the smile-and-pass, and switching off leading in a race are all part of it. We have our own magazines, we practically speak a different language (if you don’t believe me, try discussing your mile-splits for your last race with a non-runner). All we need is a government and we can go ahead and create our very own country. Hell, the USATF could probably run our country better than those folks in Washington do anyway. Could you imagine it? Saturdays and Sundays would be ordained as National Long Run Days, work would start later to allow for leisurely morning jogs, a long speed-work session would be a perfectly legitimate excuse to leave school or work early. A runner’s utopia.
This is a blog for runners. If you do not acquaint yourself with this particular community, I seriously doubt you will enjoy reading anything here. You might even consider it downright disgusting or stupid. But if you are a runner, tune in. I am nothing more than a completely average runner, sharing experiences that we have probably all had. The good and the bad parts of running.
Running is indeed a selfish sport. But that’s when we’re running. When we’re not, when we’re sitting at work, at school, at home, we’re still runners. We can all identify under this title, and in that sense we have a certain unity. We are all brothers and sisters in running (and when we race against each other it is nothing more than sibling rivalry).
This blog explores experiences and truths we all share from our favorite time-consuming, nausea-inducing, dehydration-causing pastime: running.