Today on the track, I ran past a couple of people who looked to be in their mid-to-late 30s and pretty fit, and as I’m weaving between them and another group of people who were walking, I hear the guy say in his thick Brooklyn accent, “Jesus, that’s the third time that guy’s passed us!”
I’m not about bragging to strangers on the internet, but whatever, that was a pretty good ego boost for someone who couldn’t run up a flight of stairs six months ago.
