You run past a £1 coin on the path and dont pick it up because stopping will ruin the Garmin trace
Any more?
You run past a £1 coin on the path and dont pick it up because stopping will ruin the Garmin trace
Any more?
Ha ha I wouldve stopped, but then again Im from Yorkshire
You know youre a runner when :
Your most expensive shoes are your running shoes xxx
Ditto but I'm Scots ( A Scotsman is a Yorkshireman with the generosity squeezed out of him)
You know you are a runner when you delay plans to meet friends because it is run day.
brilliant... I ran past 20p the other day and that hurt!!
Me too - guilty as charged. I thought my son had turned the wrong way on our run today, changed track, saw that it wasn't him and turned back, then griped because it'd muck up my Garmin trace.
All your Amazon recommendations are fluorescent
You know you are a runner - when you lose count of how many pairs of running shoes you have.
Also - for men only ( who know how to ogle a passing girl without their wives seeing) - you know you are a runner when you can hone this skill to include looking at shoes in the running shore window in the mall! My wife is more alert to this second thing than the first!!! - hence I find it to be more difficult to do.
You have to clear another drawer for your running gear........
3 wash baskets - Whites, Darks, Running gear
or as its summer time, you know your a runner when you pack your running gear first and download local running maps.
You know you're a runner when :
Your first port of call in the morning is is checking your posts on c25k?
err
you SERIOUSLY use the words ' gait analysis' or ' pronation' ?
mmmm
perhaps finally..
when you ACTUALLY Post a picture of your shoes online????
You know you are a runner when the phrase "running naked" doesn't make you think of bare bottoms
You know you're a runner when: you almost crash a lorry into the back of an ambulance, one of the most visible vehicles on the planet, because you were looking at what cool gear the passing runner had on, and eyeing up her form. Just her form, honest.
And then having to pick the contents of your lunch tub up off the cab floor, (grapes in every direction. EVERY direction.) because you realise at the last second that an ambulance (great big massive, sodding bright thing) is stopped at traffic lights in front of you and everything in the cab goes everywhere. As said passing runner runs on by,finding it comical that you couldn't fit an angry wasp between the gap between the ambulance and the lorry behind.
That would have been one to explain to the police. And my employers. 😂
I broke a tooth while running. Spat out the broken bit and carried on.
You know you are a runner when you return beetroot-faced and breathless to the bosom of your family to be greeted by the future (possibly) Mrs Balti with, "You're bonkers!"
you know you're a runner when you think the poem goes
"When I am running I shall wear purple
With red socks that don't go, and don't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on protein powder and sports drinks
And technical t-shirts,
and say I've no money for almond butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up gel samples in shops and try on compression tops,
And run with the crowd during parkrun,,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my trainers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit..."
Run around in a circle and go back and pick it up.
you book a weekend break holiday- and have to google where the nearest parkrun is!
...you regularly check the long term weather forecast to plan your runs...