Am I a real runner yet?

I ran this week. I ran and ran and ran. I can't really think of anything else I accomplished. Three nights this week I watched the clock, anxiously waiting for Caine to get home, all geared up, so I could get outside and run. Yesterday, I had a problem weighing heavy on my mind and needed to run, my skin was crawling with the need, but I didn't cause it was a down day, and I slept crappy because of it. It's consuming me. Am I a real runner yet?

29.8 miles this week. Having started 7 weeks ago (I think) with a grand total of 8 miles, I am pretty impressed, if I do say so myself. Today we ran 14, actually I am the only one who ran 14. Pretty good right? Wrong, everyone else did 16. I'm okay with it though, cause I actually ran the whole darn thing this week and in 144 minutes which works our to just over 10 min miles. And best of all, I now know that I can run a half-marathon (and not poop my pants! ;)