He is a big guy, definitely. And I get that we all have to start somewhere. But this poor guy was out there, barely moving beyond a walking pace. Shuffling, really.
He had all of the gear that a regular runner has: the iPod, the Road ID bracelet, the safety cap-light, the TOO-SHORT running shorts showing the huge white thighs, etc.
Yet for all of the gear and the attempts to look like some high-speed triathlete, there he was just shuffling along.
And I found myself smiling at him at first.
And then, I laughed at him.
Like I said, it should be okay for me to laugh...I know him.
He is me.
I laughed at myself, on my first RUN in 10 weeks. You can look at recent posts that discuss how I basically did nothing in May, or how I only rode my bike in April, or mixed running with cycling in March.
But on this first
I realized that even the short runs, at a slow pace, can have huge impact on our mental game. And in the end, the mental game is 90% of it for some of us.
So instead of being filled with regret and shame for falling backward on my running, etc., I found myself laughing at my situation and looking forward to seeing the progress come again.
I love a comeback story, especially when I get to see it happen up close.
See you out there.