The pace matters not, nor the distance. My physical self matters not, either, my weight or my size or my shape. Because running, and everything that goes with it - pain, joy, dedication, reward, camaraderie - is not in my body. It's in my soul. And if you can't see that when you see me, meet me, know me, blow by me in a race, well, then, friends and neighbors, you are blind. My body is broken right now and my soul is bruised for a bit but that matters not. I am a runner.