Thursday, March 18, 2010
This morning's run was hard. My body is tired and I just wasn't there mentally to pump myself up. I was actually about to stop early when my gym angel appeared. Okay, so I don't think he was a real angel, but for some reason he felt the need to talk to me. Maybe he saw my frustration, but for whatever reason he felt the need to tell me he had recently lost 65 pounds, and asked me not to get discouraged. It turns out that was exactly what I needed to hear, because not only did I finnish my run, but I ended my workout by running for 2 minutes instead of 90 seconds. So, thank you old guy at the gym, your 30 seconds of kindness made my day and saved my workout!