Normally when I'm out and about training, I feel like I'm in an isolated bubble and nobody can see me. Time and again this proves to be untrue. Yesterday, my coworker came up to me and asked me if I was running by Town Lake on Sunday, "Yes" I said thinking back at what I must have seemed like to her, sweaty, wet scraggly hair, beet-red, salt-caked face, mouth agape as if water would just happen to bounce in if I left it that way. I just blushed back at her. "Well it was very inspiring," she responded. "What?" I thought to myself. "Seeing me look like a rag doll pulled from the river after a hard rain inspired someone?" I thought back to that day and though I felt beaten, I was having a blast and that must have been what came through. Knowing that I inspired someone is the best compliment I could have been given. And although the shy-side of my personality cringed at being recognized the other part of me felt proud.
This morning as I ran up around my neighborhood, I had a similar experience as I ran by all the usual places. You tend to make up stories for the houses you run past and what the people who live there must be like. I was running by this one house that has a vegetable garden that is just next to the sidewalk and is fun to watch the vegetables change with the seasons, and there was the owner standing in the driveway with a cup of coffee in his hands and a big grin on his face. He smiled as I ran by and extended a "Good Morning" to me. Yes, it is a good morning. It is amazing to me that energy that a smile can shoot out.
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