Poser

I follow quite a few blogs, one of which being a certain scrapbooker. She's recently taken to eating better and exercising and is doing quite well. But lately she's just gotten under my skin. It all started when she mentioned that she was subscribing to Runner's World Magazine. My immediate reaction was, "Oh PLEASE! You've been exercising for what, a few months? And that makes you a runner? Serious enough to subscribe to a magazine FOR RUNNERS? I'm now seriously annoyed with you and your snarky humor."

Then I got  thinking. Why was I so irritated? I started going through all the possibilities. She had been jogging consistently, and someone who runs, regardless of how much, is technically a runner. She's free to subscribe to any magazine she wishes, it's not like I'm paying for it. I'm pretty sure she recycles. And then it hit me...

(Illustration by Steve Mack)

I'm jealous that she is a 'runner'. I want to be a runner. I want to be one of those people with 5K shirts in my drawer, lacing up my shoes every morning to hit the pavement, listening to my "running playlist" on my phone. Running a 5K is something that's on my Bucket List - which seems kind of lame because it's only about 3.5 miles. But when I think about actually achieving it I become paralyzed. I feel like I need more information (because I've forgotten how to run?), like I need to have a specific race all planned out (Because achieving this before I die isn't goal enough?) like I need to feel like I won't be a poser.

Maybe someday soon I'll drop all the excuses and put one foot in front of the other.