Here’s a fun no-makeup shot showing the amount of salt that will collect on your face after running 14 miles. Fun to wash off and try to not get any in your eyes. It burns.
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Highly Sensitive Runner

This is what happens when it’s after midnight, and I can’t find an appropriate stock photo. I break out the minifigs.
I was casually browsing around the web one day when I came across an article that talked about Highly Sensitive People or HSPs. I’d never heard of this label before, but after doing some reading, it was ridiculous how much of it applied to me.
I’ve always been really emotionally sensitive. I’ve always explained to people that I feel all emotions at a more intense level than other people seemed to, both the highs and the lows, and I’m empathic almost to a fault. In fact, I cried for like an hour after an episode of “Dexter” a few days ago. But the HSP trait also applies to physical sensitivity, like noises, busy and chaotic situations, and pain tolerance. In short, it’s really easy for HSPs to get overstimulated. I’ve never been one for crowds (I am so thankful for Amazon during the Christmas season…going to a mall in the month of December is just asking for panic attacks) and my mom can attest to my annoyance of noises, like ice being crunched on. In high school, I had to hide my wristwatch under a towel in my bathroom with the door closed just so I couldn’t hear it ticking as I was trying to fall asleep. And I basically shut down whenever my schedule gets too hectic (especially with stuff that involves groups or is unplanned).
While most HSPs are also introverts, they are not always. However, I am. Being around groups of people exhausts me. I was reading an article entitled 16 Habits of Highly Sensitive People on HuffPo and one of the traits was listed as, “They prefer to exercise solo.”
I thought about this.
In elementary school, I played softball for one season. Hated it. Every time we had to play kickball at recess, it was misery. The main reason? I felt like I wasn’t good and that I was going to let the team down. (HSPs tend to be people-pleasing types.) Most of the time in softball, I was stuck in the dugout, so I would clean it. I preferred this to actually playing the game, and, if you know me, you know that I don’t particularly enjoy cleaning.

Proof that I did, in fact, play a team sport once. (Also, you can see my brother, grandmother, and mom in the bleachers and, boy, do they look thrilled.)
I always thought I was just not athletic. People, especially those closest to me, were very surprised when I started running. I had never showed any real interest in sports. But the reality? I just don’t like team sports.
Think of all the times I have mentioned that I was going to run with the group this week but something came up. Or my plans to go to a yoga class. (I bought a Groupon for 10 yoga classes in December, and I have yet to go to one despite the fact that it expires next Tuesday.) I always have some excuse to not go. In reality, I’m scared that I will do something wrong, and everyone will notice. Or I fear people having to wait on me and inconveniencing them. While it’s true that I don’t mind (and actually LIKE) running with close friends one-on-one, such as when I run with Amanda, I need to face the facts: I don’t always enjoy running with groups. And that’s okay.
Sure, I will still push myself to do it occasionally because I find it good to push myself out of my comfort zone from time to time. But it’s okay if I don’t do it every week. And, yes, I would like to go to yoga classes because I don’t know if I’m doing anything right when I do it at home by myself. But it’s okay if I just go to a few every now and then.
There’s things about running that frustrate me as an HSP. I don’t like that I’m slow, but I really don’t like when people point it out. I don’t like criticism, especially when it’s something I already know. Honestly, I don’t know if I would have continued running if it weren’t for the great support of friends and family that constantly told me that it didn’t matter my speed. I know there’s some people who hate when people post about their workouts on Facebook like they are bragging, but, for me, it is so beneficial because sometimes I need to hear praise in order to keep going. I want to go to form clinics so I can become a more efficient runner, but I’m terrified that I’m doing everything wrong and don’t want people to tell me that. It’s very catch-22.
Still, it’s nice to have confirmation that, not only is there nothing wrong with not enjoying these things, many other people feel the same way. I’m not the only one. I can stop being apologetic about not running with the group every week. It’s okay to be sensitive, and that’s not something that is said a lot in today’s society. In fact, it’s an inherited personality trait.
Any other highly sensitive runners out there?
Fine. I’m a runner.
Do I need to make it a whole year to be considered a runner? When I run a race without walking, does that make me a runner? When I finish a half marathon, then am I a runner?
I have now done all those things. I’ve been running consistently for over a year now. I completed a 5k without walking last fall. And, of course, I’ve finished one half marathon and am training for another. Yet I still don’t feel like I’m a runner.
However, I read a blog post from Kate (who I met through photography in Nashville but now lives in Arkansas) a few days ago. She talks about how even though her body and mind are screaming at her to quit, she keeps going.
I push through all of that and finish my runs.
I come home sore but proud.
I didn’t quit.
And in my mind, THAT is what makes me a runner.
This really struck me. I can think of at least two occasions in the past few weeks alone where I felt like I had had enough and decided to call it quits after 2-3 miles, only to push through, overcome the mental demons, and finish the mileage I set out to do. I didn’t used to be like that. You can tell from my numerous start and stop attempts with Couch to 5k that I was easily defeated. But not this time. Something in me has changed.
I concede. I still don’t really feel like one, but I’ll call myself a runner.
2014 Goals!
I didn’t really have any goals when I started this pursuit at the beginning of 2013, other than “make it through couch to 5k”, which I did!
But now that I’ve been running for almost a full year, I want to lay out some more specific goals:
- Finish two half marathons.
I’m kind of over attempting specific time goals for either of them. Doing so is making me push myself too much too soon. My goal for both is to finish and have fun. Mainly, I just want to enjoy running and I’ve found when I’ve been half marathon training, I don’t. I want to get it back. I don’t want to drop the halves that I’ve signed up for, but I’m going to take it easy. - Run a sub-30 minute 5k.
With all the pain and injuries I’ve had this year, after I finish out my two half marathons in the first half of 2014, I have decided to take a break from anything greater than a 10k for the rest of the year. I mainly want to focus on bettering my 5k time, so that’s what this goal is for! I’ve come so close, and I know I can do it, but I need to train specifically for it. With all the half marathon specific training (and injuries from it), my 5k time has actually gotten worse. So look for a lot of 5k races in the latter part of the year! - Participate in a running streak for a month.
I don’t know what month yet, but I want to do one of those run-at-least-a-mile-every-day-for-a-month things. I’m thinking fall. - Volunteer!
I would love to give back to the running community. Maybe I’m not interested in running longer distances right now, but I would sure love to support the people who love to do it! I’m definitely going to be looking into volunteering at a few races and running events this year.
That’s it! Sounds doable, right?
When do you become a runner?

As I’ve stated in both my bio and my opening post, I haven’t really considered myself a runner yet. It’s hard to call yourself a runner when most of your runs include walking. Some people will say that if you run, at any distance or any speed, you are a runner. Some people will say that you’re not a runner till you can run faster than 8 minute miles. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably noticed that I’m constantly questioning this:
Icing my first injury. Does this mean I'm a real runner?
— Jessica Winn (@JessicaMWinn) April 26, 2013
It's only been four days since I last ran and my hip is still killing me, but I'm already going crazy. Does this make me an official runner?
— Jessica Winn (@JessicaMWinn) July 9, 2013
All my tan lines are from my running clothes and not swimsuits. Is this a sign of becoming a runner?
— Jessica Winn (@JessicaMWinn) August 17, 2013
I’ve been consistently running since mid-January, so about seven months total. Do I need to make it a whole year to be considered a runner? When I run a race without walking, does that make me a runner? When I finish a half marathon, then am I a runner? Do only runners relate to everything on this Buzzfeed post?
At yoga a couple weeks ago, I was talking to another girl and she was asking what had brought me there. I said, “Well, I’m a runner, and I got injured.” It immediately struck me that I had referred to myself as a runner. When she responded, “I’m a runner too!” I felt like a fraud. She probably really was a runner, and I feel like I’m just faking it. I get really shy talking about my running to people who have been running longer than me; however, I realize that people who don’t run probably consider me a runner.
I relate this to when I first got into photography. When I first started taking on free sessions with friends and family, I was loathe to call myself a photographer, especially not a professional photographer. I would go to photography meetings with “real” photographers and feel out of place. But now I say it without any hesitation: “What do you do?” “I’m a wedding photographer.” (Which is a lot less complicated to explain than my day job, though I say that too depending on context and who I’m talking to.) I don’t know when it wasn’t weird anymore. Will I wake up one day and feel like a runner?
When did you start calling yourself a runner?

