I’m Not a Real Runner

This weekend I will drive to Moab, Utah and run a half-marathon called The Other Half. The course starts at the top of a canyon carved by the Colorado River and ends, 13.1 miles later, at a beautiful guest ranch situated along the river among red rock buttes and towering spires. I’ll incorporate a night of camping into the trip. It’s the perfect time of year to be in the desert country of Utah, no longer too hot and not yet cold.

Sorrel River Ranch

Photo credit: kiwicollection.com

While packing a bit ago, I realized a couple of things. First, I’ve been blogging for nearly four months now and I have yet to write about running. I don’t even think I’ve mentioned that I’m a runner. In fact, I know I haven’t. I may have hinted that I go out running sometimes, but to have referred to myself as a runner? No.

I cut this quote from a running magazine a few years back and it’s still stapled to a bulletin board in my office:

I often hear people say, “I’m not a real runner.” We are all runners, some just run faster than others, that’s all. I have never met a fake runner. –Bart Yasso, Runner’s World Chief Running Officer

This quote hit home with me then and it’s still relevant today.

Another thing I realized tonight is that I can replace the word runner and the word faster in that quote and it becomes meaningful in other areas of my life as well.

For example:

I often hear people say, “I’m not a real writer.” We are all writers, some just write more often and with greater impact, that’s all. I have never met a fake writer.”

I’ve written two books and I’m blogging and I’m working on a memoir and I love the process of writing, but still I do not consider myself a real writer. A real writer is someone like my daughter. A couple of days ago I reminded her that she better get busy on her personal essay for her college applications. She grudgingly agreed and worked on it for a couple of hours and then said, “Okay, do you want to hear it? It’s just a rough draft, but I think it might be a good start.” And she proceeded to read this incredible orchestration of emotional, passionate words that showed, beyond a doubt, how deeply and fully she has grown and now understands herself, her strengths, and how she fits into this world. I struggle to even describe the beauty of that essay and how it touched me. And I could never write anything near that significant. She is an emotional being and can easily bring that into her writing. I, on the other hand… well, I’m not a real writer. I can’t do it like she does and I’m sure I’ll never be able to.

I often hear people say, “I’m not a real musician.” We are all musicians, some just create their own music, that’s all. I have never met a fake musician.”

I took piano lessons for nine years growing up, ages 9 to 18. I also played the flute and the oboe. I quit playing the piano when I went to college, when I found myself among real musicians. Surely I wasn’t in the same league as they were. And then there’s my brother. He took a couple of months of piano lessons as a kid. That’s it. But he picked up a guitar in high school and taught himself to play. He can’t read a lick of music, but he can listen to any song and pick it out on his guitar and have it sounding like the real thing in a matter of hours. Or, he’ll just write his own songs. I don’t have an ear. I can’t play anything unless I read the music. I think you’ll agree, he’s the real musician.

I often hear people say, “I’m not a real cook.” We are all cooks, some just put care and time into it, that’s all. I have never met a fake cook.

Well, then, let me introduce myself.

The running quote will be on my mind this weekend. I’ve run this race a few times before and I always have mixed emotions afterwards. I’ll have a few hours to contemplate this as I trot down the canyon and a few more on the way home as I leave Utah and cross back into Colorado. I hope to think through these feelings more deeply this time and come to some newer, and truer, realizations.

If I do, I’ll get back to you.

Running The Other Half in October 2011.

Running The Other Half in October 2011.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. farfetchedfriends
    Oct 19, 2013 @ 08:49:46

    Have fun and enjoy your run! I did a half back in 2010 (2011??) and have only done 5Ks since, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I may not be a “real” runner, but I’m definitely a real jogger/shuffler. I lace up my Asics and I’m ready to fly!

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    • Randee
      Oct 19, 2013 @ 09:12:10

      Thanks for your comment. It gives me an idea to kick around as I think about my “not a real runner” conundrum this weekend. Perhaps I’m a real jogger, too?

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  2. Jami
    Oct 19, 2013 @ 11:30:05

    Great piece Randee, although I do think of you as a runner. I still have memories of you running up the Monument when volunteering at the Rim Rock. Yes and you were running!
    Jami

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    • Randee
      Oct 20, 2013 @ 15:47:36

      True, Jami! I did run up the four miles of switchbacks for that marathon. Still, when you look at some of my running “behaviors” compared to others, I have to wonder! 🙂

      Reply

  3. elizabeth
    Oct 19, 2013 @ 14:01:56

    You ARE a real runner! With a great spirit and attitude toward the sport. I always enjoy running with you and your company before and after races. I’m thinking your photo is Canyonlands 2012, though…

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    • Randee
      Oct 20, 2013 @ 15:51:32

      Is this Schnittker? Thank you, dear, it’s friends like you that keep runners like me going. You had me worried today, girl! I thought I was going to miss you and make you miss the race. I did miss you, though. Hope you’re okay. And I think you might be right about that picture. How’d you know?

      Reply

  4. Holistic Wayfarer
    Oct 19, 2013 @ 21:09:43

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    • Randee
      Oct 20, 2013 @ 15:49:05

      I’ve read it and I did love it. Absolutely loved it! A perfect combination of information and inspiration. Thanks, Holistic Wayfarer!

      Reply

      • Holistic Wayfarer
        Oct 20, 2013 @ 18:24:08

        Niiiice. You know Caballo Blanco died, right? =( His friends went all out on a personal search for him when he didn’t turn up after setting out on a run. And found him – dead – in a stream.

  5. Broken White Line
    Oct 20, 2013 @ 19:39:52

    Great quote to build a post on. It’s also inspirational–I suffer from “I’m not a real photographer” most days…but I try to end it with “but I’m gonna fake it till I make it.” Haha! Ok, more often than not I fail at that.

    Hope your run went well.

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    • Randee
      Oct 21, 2013 @ 07:34:31

      It is a good quote! I, too, am a fake photographer. Unfortunately, there’s no faking fast running with a time clock at the end at the results posted online. I had a great run though, a happy, happy run.

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  6. Photography Journal Blog
    Oct 27, 2013 @ 06:09:33

    I’m glad to read in the comments that you had a good run 🙂

    Reply

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