A few days ago my daughter Kristin asked me a question. “Do
you think of yourself as an athlete?”
Hmmm. I had an urge to seek a definition from google before
I answered her but the google dude was not immediately available so I was on my
own.
I had to say, “No.”
Then I asked, “Do you think of yourself as an athlete?” She
took less time than I did to answer, “No.”
Both of us have been physically active for a long time. She
was a swimmer and tennis player in high school and has been hitting the running
trails for at least three decades. She has done more than a dozen marathons and
more half marathons than she can count. She has been a dedicated and consistent
stretcher and weight-lifter for long enough that she has beautiful rippling
muscles in her arms and legs to show for it.
I’m getting a little ancient for this running game, but I’ve
been at it for a few years longer than Kristin has and I plan to do it for as
long as I’m able. A run in the morning makes my day.
So. Why don’t either of us see ourselves as athletes? What
is an athlete anyway? I did go to the google-dude and here’s what I learned.
“An athlete is a person who is proficient in sports and
other forms of exercise. Synonyms are “sportsman, sportswoman, sportsperson,
jock, Olympian, runner.”
Checking on the word “athlete” the old way—in a paper
dictionary, I learned that athlete is derived from the French, athlein, to contend for a prize. The
meaning is listed as “a person who is trained or skilled in exercises, sports
or games requiring physical strength, agility or stamina.”
Neither of us has ever had a trainer but that does not mean
that we have not trained. Runners like to talk about going on “training runs,”
which means that they are practicing—no doubt for the next race coming up on
their schedule. We both do that but more often than not, we go out to run
despite, wind, rain and cold, just because we like to. It makes us feel good.
It is a time to think, a time to chat, a time to take a look around at the
world and see what is going on.
I do remember being quite surprised a few years ago when
someone said to me, “You look like a runner.” I liked hearing that. I hadn’t
thought much about what a runner looks like, but I was happy to fit the image,
at least for one person.
Maybe Kristin and I don’t think of ourselves as athletes
because neither of us have dedicated a large portion of our lives to the act of
running. I for one, have a hard time getting into the technicalities, though I
am quite fascinated with the people who do. And it would probably do me good to
do so.
So. Do you think of yourself as an athlete? Would you choose
to be one? Does it matter at all how we define ourselves?
Something to think about.