"...in 2009, after settling into a new town, my neighbor asked me the question… “are you a runner?” “Well, I run.” “Good, be ready to go tomorrow morning at 5:30.” I prepped like a race day and had my gear laid out the night before. Tested my headlamp. At 5:30 AM I ate half a banana with peanut butter and a few ounces of coffee. Then I found out that this five-mile loop we ran from our houses was done three times a week.
For the next five years it was the perfect scenario; my neighbors turned into my best friends, and we had so much in common – from running together to having children the same ages. Running was no longer something I did to be better at something else. It was no longer an event in itself – marathon weekends became normal family weekends with a marathon taking up one of the mornings, like golf. Rather than celebrate by going out to eat and drink, I came home and made lunch for the kids. Running became a part of my life that was easy to maintain. The sense of community and the social aspect were addictive. My friends were the reason I discovered that I was a runner…
So now here I am, just moved to a new town again and started a new job… And so I am out asking everyone I meet…. Are you a runner?"