This post is a confession.
I was "having a moment" this morning as one of my dear friends says. And it wasn't pretty.
I think much of this is being brought on by the fact that I am sick, making me feel downright, well, yucky.
Remember how I explained about being a stump a while back? Yeah I'm feeling all of the stump today.
Because despite going to an all-women's college (yeah Simmons!) and knowing better than to compare myself to others, this morning, in the dark and cold on my run, I saw her.
Her who? Her. You know, that woman who looks like she belongs on the cover of a fitness magazine. Her poinytail was perfectly coiffed underneath a cute visor. All of her running clothes matched. Her strides were downright soft and quiet and she looked like she was running on air.
As she came running toward me during my morning run all I could think was "I am so not that woman."
Let me set the scene for you:
I was wearing my headband that makes my short hair stick straight up, enough layers that I nearly had every color of the rainbow on. My short strides are heavy and determined and sound like I'm being chased by a pack of rabid dogs. My face always winds up so red, I look like a crustacean someone tried to boil for dinner.
And just when I was feeling downright miserable about myself toward the end of my run, I saw HER again.
And she waved and said to me as we passed each other going in opposite directions "run strong."
And just like that, I didn't feel so yucky anymore.
No, I am not graceful.
No, I do not look like a supermodel when I run.
But darn I'm strong. And I'm not the woman I used to be, either. And that's a very good thing.
I hope I bump into HER tomorrow.