So I finally realized last week what’s been missing from my Friday long runs: seeing other runners. I see old ladies out walking their dogs, children on their way to school and drivers on their way to work (who think it’s okay to make right hand turns directly in front of me as I’m stepping off the sidewalk to cross the street – but that’s a rant for another day). Runners with “real” jobs don’t go long on Fridays, apparently. Who knew?
Last week’s running schedule was all wack-a-doodle for a variety of reasons and I ended up doing a 6-miler on Sunday, which has recently been my day off. OMG, there were runners everywhere! It was amazing! After the first few went by me, I figured out that they must have been from a local half-marathon training group. I smiled and said good morning to the ones who were on my side of the street, but the funniest thing happened: several of them were pleasant enough, but most of them were… dismissive.
As it happened, I saw most of the other runners when I was barely on Mile Two – still on the out portion of my out and back route – and, since it was a cool morning, I wasn’t particularly sweaty yet. I was wearing my most subtle-colored shoes and a non-branded, plain black tank top with shorts. Also, because I was only running six miles, I didn’t have anything in my hands in the way of hydration or nutrition.
By contrast, the runners coming at me on what was likely their first double-digit run of the season were decked out in last year’s half-marathon tech shirts, hydration belts or backpacks, branded hats and fancy-ass shoes. I could watch their expressions glaze over as they took in the sight of me and passed their silent judgment: just a jogger.
It took more self-control than it is polite to admit in public not to scream after them, “I ran 22 miles two days ago! I’m doing almost the same mileage as you and this is my shortest run of the week! I’m training for a 50-miler, dammit!” I managed to restrain myself, but I’m thinking of getting a t-shirt printed up:
When I got up for this morning’s Easy 4 it was downright chilly, so I grabbed the only sleeved shirt I can stand to run in, from last year’s CIM. I threw down some negative splits and was finishing up with a smile on my face as I saw an unfamiliar runner with a 5K shirt coming towards me. I smiled and wished him a good morning and watched as he recognized my shirt. The look on his face clearly said, “Hey now, she’s a marathoner!”
That’s more like it.
Do you wear race shirts while you’re running? Almost never. I’m a tank top kinda girl, even in the winter time.
Ever judged another runner by what they were wearing? Guilty as charged! When I see someone in cotton sweatpants it’s really hard not to assume they’re just starting out.