My neighbor is a runner. I've seen him run through our neighborhood at a blazing pace. I've also seen him at races that are held in our town. I saw him at the Gary Farley 5k last October. I thought I caught up to him at mile 3, but I found out later that he finished and then went back to run with friends. Yeah, he's fast. And after that race, we chatted over our fence about my new hobby and he congratulated me on my finish.
I just saw him again this evening. He told me that he saw me run at a nice speed. His observation made my day. He's a *real runner.* Like a really fast runner. And he gave me a compliment. Completely made my day.
We talked for a bit about running. I told him that I finished a half marathon. He told me that he is going to break his PR in June. I love the confidence and pride that runners have in their accomplishments.
Just talking about running makes me want to go out for another run :-)