For years during my couch potato rein I would notice people out running along the canal or the neighborhood streets. I would look at them with envy wishing that I too was out there running, thinking that for some reason that this was beyond my capability, that being fat had disabled me. I admit that sometimes I even looked at them with contempt. Fast forward to today, as I am out on Easter Sunday running along a rather beautiful path and runners of all types are passing by me. Each time I would look up smile and give a small wave and every time I would get a smile and wave of encouragement back. That's when it hit me....membership. I belonged, I was part of this group of whacky people out running on an Easter Sunday. It was a rough run today, the wind was blowing against me, my legs were tight, my feet sore (yep I am sporting like a badge of honor a blister on my toe) and yet every time one of these runners gave me a smile and wave I felt a boost of energy that pushed me onwards. I felt part of something today even though I was out there on my own, and that was a very cool feeling.
P.S. When I got home I tagged Ryan and he went out for his run, unfortunately because of the kids we can't run together. He's fast that hubs of mine and I am so proud of him. Tonight we are celebrating with his famous ribs! Its been a very good Easter Weekend.