When you stop swatting at bugs (and either talk tiredly to them or just pick them up and move them), you might be a racer.
When you can only put on slightly dirty clothes after showering, you might be a racer.
When you stop asking what the meat in your food is, you might be a racer.
When you make one liner jokes with the preface "new blog title," you might be a racer.
When walking 5k to a bus stop to get into town to check Facebook once a week is normal, you might be a racer.
When you discuss trippy dreams courtesy of malaria meds over breakfast, you might be a racer.
When half the pictures you take are of little kids or exotic locations, you might be a racer.
When it's nearly the end of month one and you feel like you have learned so much yet barely scratched the surface, you might be a racer.
