Sometimes I pretend I'm a runner. I'm not fast, my endurance kind of sucks, and I definitely don't get out as much as I should if I want to really claim that descriptor. But I do sign up for races, train for them, and then show up and give 'em a go.
Besides buying running gear (sooooo much fun), one of the best things about running is reading about it. Serious runners tend to be a goofy and wholly lovable bunch. There's one writer named Mark Remy who absolutely destroys me. He wrote a book called "The Runner's Rule Book" that's hysterical, and he also does Runner's World's blog.
A couple of days ago, he wrote about a woman who recently ran the Lehigh Valley Half- Marathon with her formerly-abused shelter dog. From the pictures to the story to the video, it's all so touching. I urge you to read it and watch the news report.
Every once in a while, I'll take Alice out for a mile or so. A couple weeks ago we actually did a sub-10 minute mile-- and at the end, while I was huffing and puffing, she just stood there, no panting in sight, and gave me a look that clearly said, "Okay, what do we do now?" She's like 22lbs of pure power. Oh, to have four legs!