<human>: I've been running since last June.  When I started I was 60 lbs overweight, my wife had left me for another man and I was generally depressed.  The last 9 months of my life have been filled with many accomplishments (first mile, first 5k, losing 40 lbs, etc) but not once did I actually *feel* like a runner.  It all just kind of felt like something I was doing to get control of my life.

By all accounts today was a typical *bad* day in the office, filled with incompetent people, meaningless problems, and boring meetings.  A couple of the guys in the office were going out for a few beers at the end of the day and I figured it would be a good idea as well  But when i emerged from my cubicle to go home it was 60 degrees and sunny.  Nicest day of the year by far.  As I drove home to change to meet them at the bar I saw more runners than I have ever remembered seeing before on my drive.   With each one I passed I got more and more excited.  Finally by the time I was a block from home I could not wait to get inside, change into my gear and head out for a run.

I totally forgot about the problems in my life, the problems at work, and the co-workers waiting at the bar for me.  For the first time in the last 9 months I just went out and **ran**  and loved every minute of it (set a new 8k PR!)

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<bot>: Had a bad year, started running, never was sure if it was for me.  Today the thought of running made me giddy like a schoolgirl. I am a runner.