After 1700 miles I Finally Get One
My exercise of choice is walking.
Aggressively, mind you, I maintain a speed of 4 mph. I’m not sauntering down
the road stopping to admire the bunnies. Okay, I’ll stop or slow down to snap a
picture of something really pretty or of wildlife that I happen upon. I may as
well enjoy myself while torturing myself, right?
This year I’ve been averaging 80
miles per month, which is a big step up from last year’s 40 mpm. I really only
meant to increase my distance in January to kick start my New Year program, but
I must’ve liked it because I’ve kept it up all year.
Anyway, in the 1700 miles I’ve
tracked through my Nike+ app over the past 3 years, this week something new
happened.
I’ve been completing interviews
for my upcoming virtual book tour. I’d just completed one interview in which I
was asked what I’d want people to say about me/my books/my writing when they
write my obituary. I said I hoped it would say that I’d inspired people to do
certain things and one of those things is to be a cheerleader, even when you
don’t know the person you are cheering for.
I finished answering the
questions and then laced up and went on my daily walk. It was a nice day; a bit
smoky, but not too hard on the lungs. I had my ear buds in, Ashes, Ashes by Jo
Treggiari to entertained me. I was about ¾ of the way through my walk, crossing
an intersection at a traffic circle when a car approached. She could have
continued on and been past before I got to that side of the street, but she
stopped and waited, so I kicked up into a jog. She rolled down her window and
said something. I pulled the buds out of my ears and said, “Huh?” She said,
“Way to go! Keep it up.” She gave me a thumbs-up.
1700 miles and no stranger has
ever done that. It made me grin and added bounce back into my step for the rest
of my walk. I cheer for people I don’t know all the time. I compliment people I
don’t know all the time. Because it makes people feel good.
Was it Kismet that caused it at
that particular time? Was it because I’d included it in an interview that will
go out into the blogospere over the next couple months? Was it simply
coincidence? I don’t know. But I do know it made me feel really good. Now I’m
doubling my efforts to cheer for others and can I suggest, that you do the
same? It can feel pretty darn great when your words make a person grin, you
know. So, there is benefit on both sides of the compliment. When you are out in
the big wide world today or tomorrow, or everyday, find a way to say, “Great
job” to a stranger and give them the encouragement to keep going.
This was a cute story, Kai, as well as a great reminder of the importance of small, kind gestures!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margo!
DeleteThis was a cute story, Kai, as well as a great reminder of the importance of small, kind gestures!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! I like how sometimes these small acts of encouragement come at the times we need them most.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Karen. Though, honestly, I can't think of a time when I didn't need it, or at least appreciate it.
DeleteGreat idea, Kai. Must try it. I smile at people a lot. Sometimes they smile back; other times they frown. I used to have a poster in my classroom of a bull dog with a droopy face. The caption read: If you see someone today without a smile, give them one of mine.
ReplyDeleteNice post.
I do live in a very friendly town. I remember when we first moved here, it kind of scared us. I've always smiled and said hi to people I don't know, and I'd gotten used to the strange looks. When people actually initiated it first I was the one giving strange looks :D
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