I would like to thank the southern ‘gentleman’ that I sat next to at the meeting for not using his southern manners. I mean, he didn’t even bother to make it a southern complement.
“I’m sorry to say this but you’re NOT a runner. You’re a jogger. Those expensive shoes you bought were meant for runners. That’s why your feet were hurting.”
Hind sight, I’ve got all the right replies.
Still, it bugs me. Not a runner. PFT!
I know a bunch of runners. Some are faster, some are not. Don’t sit on the side of the road I’m running on and try to tell me I’m not a runner. Even better, I’m a barefoot/minimalist runner.