When did I know that I was a runner?
Was it when I first decided to try to run instead of walk during one of my daily walking routines?
Was it when I spent $100 on my first pair of running shoes?
Was it when I was able to run my first mile without stopping?
Was it when I decided to train for my first 5k?
Was it when I subscribed to Runner’s World magazine and read it cover-to-cover to absorb every bit of information I could about running?
Was it after I successfully completed my first 5k?
Was it after my first stress fracture and my first question to the doctor was “When can I run again?”
Was it after my second stress fracture and decided that maybe running wasn’t for me, but after taking a few months off, decided to run again because I missed it so much?
Was it when I looked out my office window during the first snowfall last winter and thought to myself, “I want to be out there running in the snow right now”?
Was it when I decided to run outside, no matter how cold it was?
Was it when I purchased a head lamp so that I could run outside after work when the days had grown short and it was dark outside?
Was it when I decided that I was ready to train for a half-marathon?
Was it when I ran my first 7-mile race?
Was it when I completed my first half-marathon?
Was it when I decided less than 24 hours after my first half-marathon that I needed to do it again?
Was it when I ran and ran and ran without stopping and when I finally looked down at my Garmin watch, I saw that I had run 7 miles without stopping?
Was it when I started thinking that a marathon might be actually be possible?