Me: So you're a runner?!?
Her: Not really. I'm trying to become one though. I trained for a half marathon while my husband was training for a full marathon last fall.
Me (to her husband): What marathon did you run?
Him: Memphis.
Me: Ooh, that sounds flat. Was it?
Him: Yup, it was pretty flat. So you must be a runner?
Me: Yeah.
Yadda, yadda, yadda from there. But, and this is huge, I had just nonchalantly confirmed that I'm a runner! When I first started this blog almost two years ago, I remember feeling like a poser and hoping that one day I could actually consider myself a "real" runner. I guess all those miles in between have changed me more than I realize. Yeah, I AM a runner.