Saturday, June 27, 2009

Pride Goeth...

There I was--getting my run in first thing this morning, knowing the rest of the day would be too busy. And hot.

You can picture me, can't you? Flying down the road, graceful as a gazelle, ponytail swinging behind me.

Oh wait, that was the other girl out for her morning run. I was the one huffing and puffing in my over sized t-shirt (actually Hubba Hubba's t-shirt), lumbering down the road.

I was just at the point in my still very short (I'm still a little paranoid about my feet) run where I was feeling pretty good about myself. I had a pretty good pace going, (for me) and I felt ok.

And just as I was trying to figure out what had lodged itself in my nostrils that was preventing me from breathing through my nose (you can use your imagination to fill in the sound effects) I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. Fast.

I looked, and then I saw her. Seventeen, maybe eighteen years old, in a cute tank top, running like the wind. Definitely not making snorting sounds through her nose, or labouring in any way. She quickly passed me, and I spent the rest of my run home watching her get farther and farther away.

After I got over myself, I realised that it didn't really matter. I was still out there, trying my best. I thought of what I think whenever I see someone trying something that I'm already good at. I never think to myself, "Gee, I do that so much better." Generally, I'm just excited to see someone trying.

And if the other girl out there running this morning thought about me at all, her thoughts were likely similar.

I hope.


Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

Yeah, I agree. It is never fun watching someone pass you up, is it? Last year? I got whipped by a lady who outweighed me by 100 lbs. Tell me that didn't do a whack job on my pride!
Me? I am the chick who's ponytail looks like a stump, and runs with the grace of a elephant! Let's go together sometime!

Paging Doctor Mommy said...

I say good for you for just being out there! It's only day two right... who cares if she passed you? She probably had to stop and walk once she was out of your sight... she's one of THOSE runners that wants you to think she's all that, but when no one is around to witness, she just walks!

Just keep telling yourself that... it's what I tell myself anytime someone passes me!