It was roughly three years when I took up running in an
attempt to get in shape and lose weight (spoiler alert: it failed). I came up
to a stop sign, all sweaty and out of breath, seriously wondering if this
running this would ever be for me (the jury’s still out). A car pulled up next
me, a vaguely thuggish looking guy leaning out the passenger side. He yelled
something to me, something that startled me so much it wasn’t until after they
drove away that I thought to react.
“Hey!” he yelled. “Keep up the good work!” Then he gave me a
big smile and a thumbs up.
Someday, I want to do this for someone.
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