My Running Is Now A Teenager, Does That Make Me A Runner Yet?
I started running in June 2012, but yesterday marked the 13th anniversary of my first ever official event, which was the Great North 10k in Gateshead (England, for all of you confused right now). I was asked after the race if I now thought of myself as a runner, and I said I didn’t, but I’m sure I will one day. I’d only been running a month and to be a runner you have to commit long term, compete in multiple races, and be fast, don’t you?
I’d started running as an aid to weight loss and because of the motivation I got watching the Lanzarote Ironman Triathlon (that’s in Lanzarote!). My entire aim was to train for, and finish, the Great North Run Half Marathon which takes place each year in Newcastle (still England). That was happening in September for me and so I’d entered the above 10k because I’d been told it would be a good idea to get a few races done before the big one.

As you can see from the picture, I didn’t really have a clue. I didn’t have shorts I had longs, and I had not one but TWO bottles with me, water and an energy drink. Plus that dopey looking expression? Ah no wait I still have that.
The 10k went fine (original race report is HERE) and although I was new to the sport, and the day went well, I remember being a bit disappointed with my time of 1hr 8mins. So no, going back to the first paragraph, I didn’t see myself as a runner, not yet anyway.
I went on to finish the Great North Run in a respectable(ish) time (for a new runner) of 2hr 38mins. “Do you feel like a runner now that you’ve done a half marathon?” Not really, no. But I’m sure I will one day.
So the next obvious question was “when are you going to run a marathon?” Never. No thank you! I’d absolutely zero intention of running 26.2 miles. The 13.1 were hard enough! If I was carrying on with running I was going to stick to the 10k distance. Then January came around (as it does every year) and my friend Rob told me he’d entered Blackpool marathon that April. 12 weeks away. On the VERY SAME DAY it was announced that Yorkshire was starting it’s own marathon in October in my favourite city in the world, York. So, sensibly for someone that didn’t like doing a half marathon and said they’d never run a full, I signed up to both. Did I think of myself as a runner, signing up to a 26.2? No, but maybe one day after I’d ticked one off I would.
Between then and now I’ve done (so far) 16 full marathons. I’ve done Blackpool, London, Las Vegas, and Edinburgh (twice). More smugly, I’m one of about 30 people that have run every Yorkshire Marathon since it started in 2013, a total of 11 and counting. (#12 is in October, already signed up of course).

I’ve run about 12 half marathons, a few 5k races, and… roughly… 70 10k races. Somewhere in the last 13 years of running people started asking me for advice (and they listened to it! Fools) and I got known as “that guy at work that runs, not just runs, but runs marathons.” I’ve got about 100 medals, somewhere in the region of 80 finisher shirts, and a few nice (ONE nice) race photos. So now when people ask if I think of myself a runner I can honestly answer… “Not really, no.”
But I’m sure I will one day.





