Slow & Steady Strides
I had the opportunity to go on not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 great running partners today. Most of them were under the age of 10…
I flew out to Chicago yesterday evening. I hopped on the plane and found a woman struggling with getting her daughter’s car seat into the overhead bin. I knew exactly how to break it down to squeeze it in.
I offered her a sympathetic smile, and a quick, “You want to know how to do that? The back pops off easily.”
I helped her, sat down and didn’t think much of it. I mean, a mom always helps another mom in need, right?
As I was walking through the terminal a man came up to me and said, “I saw what you did for that woman and it was so nice you stood up, stepped out and helped her.” I gave the obligatory smile, said it was really nothing and he started (key word started) to walk away.
I saw his bag and realized he was carrying the bag with the marathon tags.
“Oh you’re the marathoner!” I thought I said nicely, but likely forced out awkwardly. Because clearly this is normal. What?! Right….
He spun around, and said, “Yeah, I’m actually a coach.”
Truth be told, I was starting to get back to my mental slump, the flurry of doubt, etc. You know, typical, “I’m trying something new…let’s totally panic about it” type mode. We engaged in a great conversation and I left feeling completely refreshed.
If I never did what a mother would always do, I’d have never seen marathon man’s bag, and he wouldn’t have approached me and I was singing (quietly inside) on my way for the proud parental peeps to pick me up from the airport!