“So you run?”

A simple often unneeded question because most times I just know. I have a sort of radar, a rundar, which allows me to pick up on other runners. Certain clothing, stickers on a car, a cheap wrist watch, well worn shoes tied tighter than “regular” people are all a dead give away. However, its not that, it is something intangible some sort of look in the eyes, smell or recognition that I am not consciously aware of yet which renders a conscious understanding; this person standing before me is a runner. Today the runner was named Peter, a client of Patriot’s having his stuff delivered out of storage. After he said yes, I sort of eyed him up and down and then pegged his marathon PR within five minutes. I knew he was impressed but my rundar was blipping extra clear today. Throughout the next 90 minutes, while we unpacked the truck, Peter and I bantered back and forth about running and as always there is that wonderful feeling of self recognition in someone that loves something that you too love. Leaving with an eighty dollar tip given to each of the movers, I knew he would of tipped something regardless of our conversation. However, eighty dollars is a large tip to give to one person for less than two hours of work and I couldn’t help but feel that the rundar might have helped.