I was called the "A" word. No... not the one you would typically think of.
A stands for Athelete.
Athelete... I never thought of myself as that before, but as I dive deeper into what constitutes being an athelete I am finding that I am one.
Is it the mere fact that I am training to run a half marathon? Or it is that I am thinking about when I will do my next one? Mentally juggling schedules to see if I can pull off another one this year.. Is it the fact that all I can think about after 4 o'clock is how many miles I need to do that day? Or the fact that at 4 o'clock I would rather be out putting in my miles than sitting behind a computer? Maybe it is because I now look at everything in the grocery store COMPLETELY different and I am looking at them caluclating how many calories, and how that will or won't help me on a run. Is it that I get completely excited about the latest Saucony running shoe, that just so happens to be a neutral and comes in pink too.
Is it because of my heathly eating habits, so much so that a simple slice of pizza makes me sick or that I crave fruits and can't stand colas anymore? Or is it all the "gear" from GU, to foam rollers, to Pro-Stretchers, to "running" socks that I have accumulated and plan to buy more of when I get my tax refund.
After all my questions & answers, I came up with the answer is D- All of the Above
I am an athelete. I am a runner. I am a crazy running girl.

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