So, for the past year and half almost every day on my way home I see a lady running down a major road in my town.
She’s a blonde middle aged lady. And the first time I saw her, I hardly noticed her at all.
But as time went on, and as I lost track of how many times I saw her running, I began to notice something.
She was changing.
And while I’m a horrible judge at guessing women’s weight, there’s no doubt in my mind this lady has lost 60+ pounds.
Which, as a passerby, is a pretty incredible thing to see happen from afar.
Over the last few months, with a slightly different daily schedule, I hadn’t seen her.
Today I was driving home.
Hot, irritated with the traffic, and stuck at a red light, I looked up to see that same blonde lady running down the side of the highway.
There she was. Still at it.
It was a really nice thing to see.
The light turned green and traffic began inching forward. As it did, I started thinking more about how far that lady had come. How amazing her transformation has been.
And suddenly, for whatever reason, I decided I was going to tell her.
Pulling over I got out of my car and stood there (awkwardly) as she ran my direction. Waving my hand she pulled her headphones out in a half annoyed half confused kinda way.
And I told her.
I told her how I had seen her change over the past year.
I told her how awesome it was that she was so dedicated.
I told her how amazing she was.
For a second she just looked at me. And I began wondering if instead of being pleasant — I was just being weird as fuck.
And that feeing lasted all the way up until she suddenly hugged me.
Smiling and saying thank you.
We parted ways nearly as quickly as they had crossed and that was that.
I really have no idea why I stopped to compliment a lady I had never even met.
But I’m sure glad I did.
Keep killing it, blondie.
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