I finished three miles of running on the treadmill today…three whole miles and I didn’t pass out or ANYTHING. I KNOW. I was shocked, too. Oh it’s okay. I realize I didn’t rock the three miles. I got them done. I completed them. That’s all we’re asking for. The window was open and someone had a fireplace going so I’m pretty sure I’m getting lung cancer from inhaling the smoke (perhaps too much Grey’s Anatomy?) which is totally no excuse for my pathetic attempt to run three miles. But I completed it. It’s always harder when you haven’t been on the treadmill for awhile. Listen to me all full of excuses.
I also did about 15 minutes of strength because holy smokes did I need to. My legs hurt something fierce. I needed to get those muscles moving. Thankyouverymuch.
My dad used to call me ‘Beautiful’. As a name. I would be more flattered but he loved women and called a lot of women ‘Beautiful’. ha. It came in really handy when he couldn’t remember their name. Who am I kidding. I was still flattered. I’m a sucker for a handsome man calling me Beautiful. I think…It doesn’t exactly happen every day, or ever. Don’t judge him by this, he was a wonderful man. I do miss my dad.
I was leaving the store today and I was happy. I was smiling (rumor has it that’s a good quality of mine). I was bouncy and smiling and thinking how great it was that I had nearly all my errands done and I could head home soon and get my run in and look at how fabulous I am today for being all organized and all that. Hey…don’t judge me.
I put my cart away and turned back towards the car and smiled and waved a thank you to the man waiting for me to cross and he smiled back and said something to me as I got back to my Jeep. I turned back and said, “excuse me?”.
He said, “you’re beautiful!”
Yep. That’s what he said. He didn’t creep me out. He wasn’t weird. He was just a nice guy giving a compliment. I said, “oh! um…thank you!” and he smiled and drove on. He said it like he meant it. Like he had the moment, he thought it and he felt like sharing it. That’s exactly how it came across. Genuine, kind and non creepy. >that’s important<
It was one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received.
Why? Because it was spontaneous. It didn’t feel expected. It felt genuine.
You know when you see someone with great boots, cute sandals, look at that darling sweater, oh my gosh isn’t her hair so great? and you feel the pull to tell her?
I’m that person and I always feel better after I do it.
And this guy, this stranger, he made me happy with a kind word.
I need to go to sleep. I’m super tired. I didn’t crash today and I almost always do so I think I’m short of crash time.
Sean and I are thinking we’ll screw with MT’s Netflix. There has to be a perk to him leaving us. Fill it up with Chick flicks and shows for Theboy. Also, I’m changing his profile photo on his Facebook to photos of him when he was little. I’m feeling very powerful with all the control I have. ::evillaugh::
Um…yeah…(read that like…”DUH”)
Run on…because we are runners. And if you aren’t, it’s okay. we still like you.