Once upon a time, almost four years ago, there was a chubby mom who knew she needed to get fit (before the rest of her jeans didn’t fit). So she went for a walk on a nature trail near her house. It was a one-mile round trip and she had been walking it every morning for almost a year with no weight-loss success. Then one morning, something magical happened: she decided to see if she could run. She could! And it was awesome.
She started running that mile a few times a week, then she started running more. Soon that one mile became two and then three. She entered a 5K race and loved the feeling of pinning on that bib. She went from saying, “I’m going for a run” to “I am a runner.” Many pounds were lost and confidence was gained.
She went from looking like this:
to looking like this:
Fast forward to this morning’s 9-mile run, where our intrepid heroine is travelling that same nature trail where this whole journey started. There’s another woman she sees somewhat frequently, a woman who might be trying to lose a few pounds, who has been walking the nature trail for many months now. That woman is RUNNING!
Our hero calls out, “Hey, you’re running! That’s fantastic!”
“Yep, I’m trying. You’ve inspired me,” came the reply.
Best. Compliment. EVER.