Oh Susan, I can SO relate! None of my coworkers or my family members "get it." Fortunately (I think!) my family members are 700 miles away, so I don't have to constantly explain to them. However, my coworkers are a different story. Every Monday morning one of the men in the office, who is at least 100 pounds overweight, asks if I rode my bike over the weekend. When I smile and tell him that I did, he replies that I'm going to get killed on that thing. Of course, the women don't get it either, and think I'm a nut to be training for a half marathon, when I could be spending all that time shopping or having my nails or something equally fulfilling. I can't wait to hear the response I get from my boss in a few weeks when I tell him I need to be off a couple of days to go to Memphis to run my half.

However, my hubby does get it (and tells my regularly that he's proud of me -- what a sweetheart), and every now and then somebody else gets it. I was talking to a gentleman at the gym this morning, and he called me an athlete! Now, that may seem like nothing to some people, but to me it was a huge compliment.

So, as theav said: "spend more time here, amongst people who do get it." I agree.

KB