Anyway, when I finished my last interval I put my speed down to a 6.2 and started jogging to cool down, when this very cute old man tapped me on the shoulder ( I almost fell off the treadmill because I had my ipod in and of course I didn't hear him talking to me) and he asked me, " so young lady-( gotta love him when he says young), what speed were you running at", I said, " well, I'm cooling down now, but I was holding an 8.0-8.1", so he yells really loudly to his friend who is walking three treadmills down from me, " hey fred, she was running at a 8.1), Fred says, " what?", the old man says, " an 8.0" fred says, "what?", this goes on for about 2 minutes until I really feel he is screaming in my ear and the whole gym now is looking. Now I wouldn't mind him screaming my speed if I was running a 9.0 or something but its not like I was super speedy or anything, and then the old man said to me, " I had a hard time at a 4.2 today" I just looked at him and just said, " " your 4.2 is my 8.0 and my 8 will be someones 9.0 or 10, but you know your here and your working hard and your keeping healthy and that is all that matters", he smiled at me and said, " it doesn't matter the number" and I said your absolutely right".
I was so happy yesterday that I met this man, even though he was screaming in my ear and poor Fred probably still doesn't know what the hell he was saying to him, but what he said to me was more important and that is: someone is always going to be faster and thats okay, its being happy with what your doing and feeling good about yourself that matters. Yesterday was a good day.