I call myself a runner, but I know I am probably not as avid or dedicated as millions of others.  I love to run, the endorphin rush is amazing.  I love the solitude, the breathing, the music, and even the clothes.  On a crisp day I cannot think of anything more satisfying than a long run in a pretty place.

Non-runners don't really understand runners.  They don't understand why people would pay a good sum of money to hoof it 3 or 10 or 13 or 26 miles.  For most, it isn't the race itself.  It isn't the medal, or the "swag", or even the post-race beer. It is the feel of these racing events.  The people, the support, the beautiful encouragement from fellow runners and spectators.  Racing events truly are some of the most inspirational and positive places you can be.  All shapes and sizes, all athletic abilities, all nationalities coming together going one direction and pushing each other on.  The avid marathoner pushing on a first time racer.  The mom who has lost 30 pounds of baby weight and looks at that finish line with more meaning and pride than she can explain.  The sister of the cancer survivor who went from the couch to a 5k to a 1/2 Marathon and beyond in the name of her cause.  Lots of energy, moving together, helping each other.  Aside from the very elite, most are not competing with anyone but themselves.