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Running When You Don’t Fit the Runner Mold
This past year has been a game changer for my partner, and honestly, it’s been hard to miss (just ask anyone). His dedication and countless hours of training have really paid off, and I couldn’t be happier for him. But here’s the kicker: he now looks like a runner. Me? Not so much. This has sparked some pretty awkward conversations with family, friends, and even some strangers. They usually go a little something like this:
Stranger (to my partner): Wow, you look fantastic! You’ve been running, right?
Partner: Yeah, I’ve been putting in some miles…
Stranger: That’s awesome!
Me (standing quietly in the background, feeling overlooked): Go ahead, ask him who got him back into running. Yep, that was me, ugh.
Or:
Stranger (to my partner): Have you participated in any races?
Partner: We’ve done a couple of half marathons…
Stranger: Wasn’t it pouring rain during the last one?
Partner: Yep, seems to rain every time we run a half—definitely a drought buster. Jamie ran it with me.
Stranger (turning to me in surprise): Oh, you ran too?
Me: Absolutely! (Internally: You bet I did, every single step of that 13.1 miles, in the downpour!)
We often get similar reactions when my training for the New York City Marathon comes up. The disbelief that I, and not my partner, am gearing up for such a significant event is almost palpable.
I can understand why it might seem surprising. I know I don’t fit the typical “runner” image. When people see me, “runner” isn’t the first thought that comes to mind. They might be more inclined to associate my name with binge-watching my favorite shows instead of marathon running.
Surprisingly, I actually find strength in the skepticism. Maybe it’s a quirk of my personality or just part of my journey, but being underestimated feels like a secret weapon. It pushes me to work harder, strive for more, and dig deeper. And when I do something that surprises them, it’s a win for me.
At the end of the day, though, it really boils down to self-belief. Sure, there will always be those nagging doubts about whether I can reach my goals. But with every challenge I overcome, I build my confidence. That’s what truly strengthens me for whatever comes next.
Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how many friends, family members, or even thousands of race spectators cheer you on if you don’t believe in yourself. And if you ever find yourself doubting, just remember there are always motivational T-shirts out there to help you refocus.
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In summary, whether you fit the mold or not, self-belief is key on this journey. Embrace the challenges and let them fuel your determination!