|See, I AM a happy runner!|
I had to tell myself that I really was doing a good thing as I plodded along with little enthusiasm at a slower pace than usual. Then I looked up and saw her: a fellow pavement pounder who looked about as haggard as I felt. Upon approximating ourselves within about 10 feet, I did the five-finger spread which serves as both a wordless greeting and a gesture of sympathy and encouragement that I frequently offer to others who are also on the masochistic yet noble quest for better health.
I don't always get a response from other folks and I'm OK with that. But I have to confess that I'm quite pleased when I do. I actually wasn't expecting any acknowledgement from this lady (she looked like the endorphins hadn't quite kicked in just yet) but as soon as I smiled and waved, she immediately reciprocated with her own two-finger salute and a bright grin which reminded me of the sun breaking through the clouds.
That was just what I needed. Her genuine smile made my own spread a little wider and added a bit more spring to my step. It made me happy to see a fellow warrior battling so valiantly in the war over Lazy.
One small skirmish at a time, we're taking Lazy down!!!