I was doing my Tuesday Granny's run (8 kilometers to a Granny's and a cup of coffee) when I spotted a fellow runner in the distance. He was skipping along, going sideways, straight ahead and even backwards.
Then he started swinging his arms around in circles looking very much like a human windmill. As I watched him, a though ran through my head. I managed to catch it just before it ran around the corner: 'Now thát's a réál runner.'
Excuse me?! Where did that come from? After seven years of running along, I obviously still don't think of myself as a real runner.
So today I'm tooting my own horn, because obviously, someone has to!
So here goes: I run therefore I am a runner!
I am runner, hear me roar!