Yesterday at the gym, I saw a very large woman who was working hard, moving from machine to machine with her checklist, disinfecting, doing her reps, and then moving on to the next. I recognized myself in her, and longed to say something encouraging.
Since she never really made eye contact with anyone, there was no opportunity to do so.
So I moved from machine to machine, carrying my check list and my own bottle of disinfectant, writing down my reps.
I did my 40 minutes of cardio after the weights, and I marked everything down, and I thought about that woman as I worked.
It seems strange to me to realize that I can see something laudible in the courage and strength of charactor of a total stranger, yet see none of that in myself.
Life's funny like that, isn't it?