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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!
Toot!
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yey! you go girl! :)
btw, it's my first time on your site, dropped an ec for you too, have a great week! :)
toot toot! you so deserve to be proud of yourself! great blog.
running is definitely something to be proud of!
Be proud of yourself! I hesitated from calling myself a freelance writer until a friend of mine pointed out that I actually do get paid for my writing...now I'm proud to tell people that it's who I am!
I felt like a runner when late last year I was running up the Champs Elysees while on vacation but couldn't keep it going, and am no longer a runner. But darn it this winter I'm really going to hit the treadmill and this spring I will BE A RUNNER too!
Way to go :)
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