Living with Runner's Sucks

It's no secret that non-runners just don't "get" runner's. Non-runners, this is for you -- I'm writing this post in consideration of the struggle you go through to put up with us...

Each day/weekend/ life in general revolves around our running plans.

You want to go for a hike on Saturday? No sorry I have to rest for my Sunday run.

Oh it's your birthday dinner Tuesday night? Yeah you'll need to change your date of birth because I do my track workout on Tuesdays...

We have the mandatory "and now I'm going to tell you all the gossip I heard during my run" as soon as we get home from every run.

You don't care about our running friends and their lives, but you're forced to hear every detail about them anyway.

You contemplate contacting The Guinness World Record people on our behalf, for "most running shoe selfies posted on social media by a single individual".

We smell. Horribly.

And it embarrasses you when we decide to meet you right after a run for a coffee. On top of that, when we meet you we ask "why didn't you bring me a change of clothes? You know I just came from a run!" As if this is your fault.

We have bad run's and you know about it. We have good run's and you know about. We just love talking about ourselves, period.

We say things like "Ugh I can't believe I ran so slow today... 15miles at 7min/mile pace. I'm SO out of shape."

This makes you feel like garbage because you ran once on Jan 1, 2003 as a new years resolution... then decided you hate exercise and will never do it again.

Runner's high seems to pull a different personality out of us, and you notice.

It makes you question whether this so-called high is really from running or something else...

You can't get over the fact the only reason we ever vacation is because we found a race at that destination.

We also force you to be our 'crew' during those races. So much for you're relaxing vacay!

We talk openly about our bruised/non existent toe nails in public, and wear open-toed shoes regularly. This bothers you because it seems like we're proud of how gross our feet are.

You're forced to go to bed early when we have an early run the next morning...