There has been a little controversy on Twitter this afternoon, which I suppose is not news really; controversy happens most days as people jump to the wrong conclusions and hide behind keyboards, happily ranting. Runners World UK published a web article called “25 Real Runners to Follow on Instagram”, which prompted a (quite frankly, very negative) debate about what qualifies you as a real runner? Indeed, this issue comes up a lot in my line of work, as clients describe themselves as “plodders” or “joggers”. It seems that simmering underneath our running community’s layer of harmony lies some snobbery and misunderstanding.
So what exactly IS a Real Runner?
Is a real runner fast? We’ve all experienced the speed snobbery: take parkrun as an example (and before anyone moans, I LOVE parkrun, but just hear me out) . Has anybody run a parkrun with more than one lap, and heard the marshalls shouting “Move aside, here come the fast runners” as front runners come hurtling past. That one innocuous little word – fast – really makes me feel like shite whenever I get lapped, especially when I am giving it my all, but that’s just my sensitive nature coming into play. Actually, who gives a shit how fast you are? Unless you’re competing for a medal for Team GB, or a World Record, does it actually matter? People are obsessed with speed these days. The first time I ran a marathon, the one question I got asked over and over was “How long did it take you?” Why does it matter? And then there’s our obsession with Strava (I had a little rant about this in my last blog post) which displays our run stats for everyone to pore over and analyse. I love Strava, it’s a fantastic community, but the temptation to get obsessed with speed is dangerous. It shouldn’t matter. Why does faster have to equal better? We run. Therefore we are real runners. Speed is irrelevant.
What about endurance? Surely if you run marathons, you’re a real runner? Well, I’ve walked during every one of my marathons, and the running snobs tell me that this means I haven’t technically run them. So I guess I can’t call myself a real runner then. Damn. But what about an ultra marathon? Ah, I walk on those too, so they don’t count either. So what if you’ve not progressed to marathons yet, or don’t plan to ever to, can you call yourself a runner? What if you follow a run/walk programme? I can’t believe you’re even considering the answer to this question. We run. Therefore we are real runners. Distance is irrelevant.
What about club runners? Surely if you don’t represent a club, you’re not a real runner. Do you know something, I used to believe that crap too. I believed that crap so hard with all my heart that when I first started to enjoy running, and wanted to improve, I was too scared to join a running club in case they laughed at me. (I know, it sounds ridiculous writing it down.) So I started my own club, together with my husband and two of our friends for moral support, and we got our own qualifications so we knew what we were doing, and we made our own little club of pretend real runners until we’d forgotten that we ever believed we weren’t real runners and being in a club was just what people who loved running did for fun. We put too many feelings in the way sometimes. Had I joined a “real” club back then, I would probably have been made to feel really welcome and enjoyed it. I’m glad I didn’t, because following my own path lead me to this career as a running coach, so I don’t regret it, but don’t ever let your own made-up feelings about something make you doubt that you are a real runner. We run. Therefore we are real runners. Belonging to a club is irrelevant.
What about how often you run? I’ve recently migrated across the country and in making new running buddies, I ran recently with a lady who told me she “only” runs once a week. In turn, her perceived apology about how little she ran, made me feel awkward and embarrassed about how much I ran. I mean, I run to the point of obsession – I usually like to run 5 or 6 times a week, sometimes 7 or 8 if I can fit it in and get away with it from the husband’s point of view. But it got me thinking, why should any of us apologise for how little, or how much, we run? We run. Therefore we are real runners. Frequency is irrelevant.
The one question you need to ask yourself is: Do you run? Yes? Then you’re a real runner.
I do think Runners Worlds’ choice of the word ‘real’ was unfortunate in the article that prompted this blog post, but I genuinely don’t think they meant to offend anyone or divide the running community. The subtitle of this piece is “When inspirational quotes won’t cut it, check out these fantastic running accounts”. So many commercial accounts post such generic and contradictory rubbish nowadays, that this article is actually a celebration of some runners who post real-life stuff on their accounts, and it’s lovely to be recognised as such. If you’ve read any of my recent blog posts, you’ll know you certainly get a ‘real’ and authentic account of my running.
Thanks for reading.