If you're a runner, chances are, you know EXACTLY what I mean when I list these runner girl problems... though no one else will understand our special pain. Let's see how many of these you've experienced, and compare notes!
On windy days, I'm constantly hitting myself in the face with my own ponytail. It's annoying!
Forget about wearing anything strapless, ever, because your many different running tops will give you the strangest tan lines, all year long.
There's something very sad about spending so much money on shoes that aren't even cute, and that you won't wear anywhere except on your route.
If you've never experienced the joy and wonder of thigh (or worse, nipple) chafing, you are blessed.
Packing for a vacation now requires another suitcase, just for your running shoes... and tops... and shorts...
It doesn't matter where you're going on holiday, or for how long, you'll REALLY want to run a race in this new exotic locale.
I've made the mistake of forgetting to tell the girl at the spa not to shave off my valuable and hard-earned calluses once - and it was hell trying to build them back up again.
I have a pile of headbands that all claim to work, and not one of them does. This girl's does though - no fair!
There is no way to explain why Cher Lloyd's "Want U Back" is on your iTunes. Sure, it's an excellent running song, but that just sounds like a flimsy excuse to all your friends.
I have one running bra that's a dream, and it is a sad day indeed when it's in the wash.
Of the dozens of races I've done, I've only ever worn the tee shirt from exactly one of them. The other race shirts just aren't flattering!
Hydration drinks and sports gels: none of them taste good. No matter what flavor they say they are, they taste nothing like what they should. Citrus? Nuh-uh.
Pretty much all rummer girls are fit, but few of us have thigh gaps, because our legs are so muscular.
Seriously? This bike path is wide enough for the both of us - unless you walk/bike/skate right down the middle.
In a word, demoralizing. That's the feeling of being passed in a race, or just on your daily route, by speed walkers.
When I'm in the 12th mile of a half-marathon, there's nothing worse than being passed by someone who's smiling, upbeat, and all-around chipper. I want everyone to be as miserable as I am!
Dear rottweiler down the street from me who slobbers and growls EVERY. TIME. I RUN PAST: I'm not tasty. Please don't eat me!
Umm, no dude. I'm not out here running for your visual satisfaction. And really? Have the cat-calls ever worked, you douchelord? .
Right now I happen to have all of my toenails. By the end of summer, I'll be missing at least two or three. I'll miss my flip-flops and other sandals. Wah!
Is there any feeling worse than finishing your best run ever and realizing your GPS/FitBit didn't work? Oh, the agony! Because if you can't share it on Facebook/Instagram, it didn't happen.
I get it. I do. But unless you have a BFF who's a runner, too, she'll never understand our special issues. It's okay though.
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