Last night, on my third lap around the park, a guy who had been walking in the opposite direction from me (thus we kept passing each other twice per lap) started clapping as I ran past and said "Great run!"
We past each other a few more times, and every time, he'd yell out a short, encouraging word or two. When I finally finished and was walking up to the gym to get some water, I thought I'd throw some back and said "Good job!" (He had been walking those challenging hills at a good clip, and was drenched with sweat.) He returned the sentiment and we high-fived.
I don't know that stranger, but he made my workout.
Oh, and by the way:
41 minutes on those damn hills.
Woot!
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