So, as most of my readers know, I’ve decided to be a runner. And when I decide I am going to be something, I obsess over it. And the way us Sanguines work is like this:
“Ooh… I feel sad. I miss my dad. I feel like I want to get away from these sad thoughts. Maybe if I run a little it will feel better. Oh, then, maybe I could do a marathon. And then I could be on the cover of Runner’s World magazine and then I could do the marathon where you run on the Great Wall of China and then… hey, Bro. Jeff, you wanna be a runner with me?”
So I bought and read four books on running. I walked/jogged on the treadmill all last year. But the thing is, I never went very fast. And the way us Sanguines work is like this,
“Oooh… I feel sad. I feel like everyone else runs way faster than I do. I feel like maybe I’m not really a runner. I will Google how fast you have to be to be a runner. Oh, hm, it says people who run a mile in less than 15 minutes could consider themselves a runner. Well, that’s awfully generous, but I’ll take it. Oh! Look at this website, they have the cutest running shirt ever! I must order it. Oh, and those are pretty shoes. Hm… I’ll have to start earning some money. Maybe I could start my own shop. It would be cute, there would be nice paper supplies and… wait a second, what was I going to be? It started with an “r” I think.”
When I talked with Bro. Jeff about being a runner, I told him: “You know, I had to think really hard about the last time I ran anywhere intentionally. But I remember when it was. It was third grade recess. James Anderson decided he was going to kiss every girl in the third grade. He had kissed every single one of them, except for me. And at recess, girls were chasing after me, trying to get me to stop so they could hold me down so James could kiss me on the cheek. Well, there’s a universal rule that you don’t tell Kelli what to do. And I ran. I ran like I had never run before. I ran like I’ve never run since. I ran my cute little skinny legs off on that playground and James never caught me and never ever kissed me.”
I still can’t run as fast as I did that day in 19–, but I’m working on it. One of my short term goals is to do a half-marathon in May. That would be 13.1 miles. And that’s when I came up with the right term for me. Not a runner, just a half a runner; a “ner.” But I’m nerring rather far for me, so then I started calling it “farnerring.” But then I thought it sounded better if you drop the “r,” so now it’s “fanerring” (accent on the “ner”).
And for further inspiration with your own fanerring, check out MIP’s Running Hero’s blog post today about Beginning Running.