Dear Non-Runners

Dear Non-Runners:

Yes, I have less than 10 toenails.  No, it doesn't hurt or bother me. 

I know I just ran a race last week.

I have, in fact, been up and running for potentially hours before you roll out of bed, so please don't judge my early bedtime.

No, no one is chasing me.  Yes, I pay money to torture myself for multiple hours.

A marathon is 26.2 miles.  All 365 days of the year and in every country, it is still 26.2 miles. 

Yes, I occassionally eat like a horse.  I also just burned off all those calories and then some.

I'm sorry about turning down your invite to {insert event here} but I have been training for this race for 6 months, and I feel justified turning the event down so I can continue my training, as needed.

Don't guess my time.  You're probably wrong.  I'm probably much slower than you think.  And I'm ok with that.  I still put in the effort and work. 

No, I did not win.  Yes, everyone gets a medal.  No, I don't think that's stupid.  We all crossed the same finish line.

Thank you for your concern for my knees.  They are doing just fine.  Millions of people who aren't runners have knee problems.  I'd rather be healthy and take the risk.

I know I said I'd never run this distance again.  And I definitely know I vowed I would *never* run further.  I lied.  It happens.

Sincerely,
The Runner