the matching tracksuit and fanny pack man 😅👟👟
He had on a matching track suit. A shorter man. Earbuds in his ears. Little fanny pack (those are in style now, right?). And he stood there with his feet planted, his hands on his hips, and he was rotating his hips.
We were on the track. 🎽👟🏃♂️💨 So while it was totally 90s, it also wasn't totally weird ... just ... mostly weird. ️🤷♂ ️
It was clear he was serious about his experience. I assumed that he was going to settle into a nice saunter. Possibly with lots of up and down (as an aside, the up and down is just wasted movement for runners, ruining their efficiency).
Instead, he pressed a button on his watch and took off.
Really took off. 💨
And it wasn't his speed that really impressed me (although he was fast enough).
It's that he was giving 'er.
My god, I love seeing someone put in effort. Laying it all out.
And this man was laying. It. All. Out. 😡
He was running as if every dream he ever had was 100 yards in front of him, and as if every demon he ever had was on his heels.
And I just wanted to take off and fall in beside him.
There's something inspirational about the person who's willing to give it their all, the athlete who's willing to leave it all out on the field, the dreamer who's willing to really commit.
I'm reminded of something Seth Godin said a year ago:
Will you choose to matter?
Will you do work that matters so much, that they will miss you when you are gone?
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