I've been plagued with an issue for a while now.  I wanted to share it with you because I think some runners may feel this way too.  I hope this touches someone out there.

At what point, do you feel like you're a runner?

I know for some that may seem like a simple question.  I put on shoes and I go.  Whether it be 100 yards or 100 miles.  I'm a runner!  It may seem like that on the surface, but, for me at least, it goes way deeper.  

From a previous blog post, you know…

Okay....I'll say it....where the heck is winter?!  I look forward to the Winter Series because it's usually a frigid sludgefest with biting winds, inches if not feet of snow and muck that makes your feet ten times their normal size.  What happened to old man winter?  Is he sunning himself on a beach in Hawaii...basking in the glow of misguided missile warnings?  It just seemed weird to not see one bit of winter on the course Saturday.  It was chilly at the start.  Overcast and 29 degrees. …

Beep, beep, beep...darn it!  It's 3:30 a.m. on November 18, 2017....time to get up.  I'd been awake for about half an hour already.  Just trying to squeeze in those last few precious minutes of sleep.  Rolling out of bed, I head downstairs in the condo for coffee and oatmeal.  I spend a few minutes getting the last few items I'd been charging.  Pack for today's race is waiting for me to leave.  Back upstairs, I grab the outfit I'd laid out the night before and head to the bathroom for last…