There is a new specialist at work. I awkwardly walked up and introduced myself last week, as I've done to others who have come into new relationships with my groups in the past, I'd rather come across as a weirdo than rude. Yesterday, he approached me on my morning coffee break, because he wanted to share his story of what running meant to him when he came here from Poland. He didn't know anyone or have a car, so he just started running everywhere. He felt completely out of his element, but it gave him strength. He told me he wants to get back to running. He said he is a completely different person when he runs. Down here, he said, pointing to his body and calling it out of shape, and up here, pointing to his head. He said he's a better worker and a better friend. He's got a better attitude to approach anything and everything when he runs. So do I.
I get a daily "kick in the butt" quote from Runner's World magazine, but none has ever hit such a chord. Thanks to Thaddeus for articulating exactly what I knew had been missing but could not put my finger on. That's a kick in the butt that is going to inspire me to lace up my trainers and love my runs.
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