Am I a runner?

No, I am not. I am a jogger. And I'm ok with that. Today was the "big" run for my Sole Sisters and I, they running a 25k and I running a 5k. I use the term "running" loosely, because my pace is no match to theirs. I really don't even keep track of my pace, other than to be able to converse with them about it. Today, I had planned to at least try to beat my time from last year. But I was running with a friend who struggles with running, and I opted to stick with her instead. And ya know what? I really enjoyed myself today. When she walked, I jogged slowly next to her. Instead of looking at the ground, and searching out the openings to be able to move ahead, I looked around and enjoyed the crowd cheering us on, the beautifully georgeous weather, the U.S. Marine corp group running in formation, chanting their songs as they passed. I really had a fun time! I ran with my friend through mile 2. That was where the "big" hill is that her and I have discussed the past year that we needed to get through (this year it didn't really seem nearly so big!), and I really felt I wanted to be with her as we ran up it, and cheer with her at the end of it. It was a great feeling. After that, she wanted to walk again, and said I could go on, so I opened up and just ran. While that felt good too, I wasn't attentive to my time. Truth be told, I still haven't checked my time. So I think I'm really just a jogger. But, man, I sure did enjoy the jog today a lot more than I would have a run. And I'm ok with that.