If Chris is his usual punctual self, I’m guessing this post has landed on our website on Friday afternoon (Melbourne Australia time). However, I wrote this a week before you are reading it because I’m currently in the ‘Land of the free and home of the brave’, the United States, taking a much needed family holiday with my wife and five kids.
I’m looking forward to exploring many of the sites around L.A. and Hawaii on foot while on my travels. My favourite way to get my bearings in a new place is to head out the door and run aimlessly around the area creating a mental map of the region. Another bonus right now is that the weather in L.A. and Hawaii seems to be consistently 30deg Celsius, just about every day. This is a far cry from the overcast drizzly days we have been having back home.
Ok ok, this post is not designed simply to make you jealous; my intention was to write about the beautiful thing that is the ‘Brotherhood of the Runner’. Perhaps Brotherhood is not the right word, as there are just as many sisters that are part of the club too. What I’m talking about is the unspoken understanding that takes place when you come across another runner anywhere in the world. This is especially true in distance running, as it involves some very important components which help to fuel the mutual respect between members of our clan.
These components include the understanding of the following:
- The other person is running because they want to. They love it just like you do.
- They have sweated, exerted and strived for months or years, just like you have.
- They have a love for the outdoors and being in the “real” world, just like you.
- They will completely understand if you stop to walk and will not think less of you.
- They will always give you the right of way, because that’s just what we do.
- If you start up a conversation with them, they will talk to you, because all runners are nice people (really, we are…).
- If you are struggling up a hill, you are not less of a runner; you are a runner that is struggling up a hill. Respect to that!
- If you are bent over on the side of the road throwing up…. You ran your guts out – literally. Respect to that!
- If we find you on a trail, sitting in the dirt with blood pouring out of your knee and your arms all grazed up, we will stop to help. Not because we are concerned about your welfare, but because we want to hear the story. Crashing on the trail is awesome (when it’s not you)!
With this in mind, remember you are never alone when you are running. ‘Your People’ are all around you and the best way to see the world is to let your feet show you.