This image cracked me up more than I care to admit.
The only thing I’d add? Stretching is acceptable, and using any available surface is the norm.
I used to live with another runner. Compression tights and early nights were the norm. Sports bras hung to dry on every surface available. Yoga and foam rolling in the living room was perfectly acceptable. But since I moved out, and lived with normal people, I have started to appreciate just how odd we are; the things we do seem normal to us until we’re faced with normal life.
It took a while for my flatmates to get used to my odd ways; I don’t have a lot of modesty and can often be found walking around in a crop top, short shorts and (brightly coloured) compression socks- usually en route to the fridge for a bedtime snack, because #runger.
But on the plus side: I rarely run down cake, ice cream or beer.
How do your loved ones/flatmates/family members cope with your running habit?
Lots of love,