Before I ever started running I viewed the activity as an elite sport where the best of the best competed; long lean legs, killer physique and presence that could be on the cover of Runner’s World. Even though I didn’t fit any of the above criteria, I thought I was in good enough shape to run. During my first 10k I took my spot, looked around me and completely judged everyone I saw; sizing up the competition and confidently telling myself who would be behind me.
Go! We were off. Running down the streets, pushing my body and seeing my 'competition' twice my size and age zoom past me, I was shocked. These people didn’t have the physique, I thought. They didn’t have the long lean legs. They didn’t have the presence. Then it clicked, and I chucked everything I had thought out the door. Runners come in ALL shapes, sizes, endurance and all have the same end goal – the finish line.
On that first 10k, four years ago, I saw my favourite shirt that still makes me laugh today. This 70 year old man inched ahead of me, and the back of his shirt read: “I may be slow, but you’re behind me.” In the moment it humbled me, filled me with emotion and reminded me -- we are all runners.
See you on the pavement as you pass me!