Maybe you ran for a team. Maybe you know the fire-in-vein thrum of competition on the cross country course or the track or the road race. Maybe you've never competed a day in your life, but you're up at five every morning just like the rest of your mile-crunching brethren.

What's it matter?

You're a runner, dammit. You've known the blisters of new shoes; the loneliness of the trail; the broken-glass breathing on a cold day; that moment where you're aching, body and soul, but somehow everything just feels right and you know that you've got one more mile in you.

Fuck yeah.

Fuck yeah runners