I have thought about how I look as far as being a runner. Shocking as this may seem....I'm not a Kenyan. There is nothing lanky about me. I have no gazelle like stride. I also don't look like someone who needs to be given a Chicken wing.
In the running world I am considered a Clydesdale. In general terms, that means a bigger runner over 200 lbs. Yeah I know, it also means a horse. I'm ok with the fact I am not a Kenyan. I'm not so sure I like being labeled after a horse.
I bring this up, because at some point during my work day, I get the following comment, "You run?" In my business, I think the average customer expects a cross country skinny guy to be the one who helps them. There are plenty of those folks who work in running stores. I like that fact I look more like the average runner. I just get a bit irked when I am asked if I run.
As I talk about my running, and what I have accomplished, I like the fact that I am possibly blowing this person's mind. I like the fact I am breaking down the stereotype. When I am on the Monon, a good many of the runners look like me, and I'm good with that.
I just remember back to when I started running, how I didn't want anyone to see me run, so much so that I would get up at 5am to run before other runners headed out. I felt that I would be pointed at, or made to feel I didn't belong. The fact is I not only belonged, but I was the majority.
So yes I run, and yes I look like I do, and yes I am a Clydesdale....does that make me the King of Runners?
Charlie
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And you're kinda pale....
Hey...it was a long winter, plus I burn easy.
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