248/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. After 4 months of no exercise whatsoever due to broken ribs and a punctured and then collapsed lung, I finally ventured out for my first form of cardio – a run, no wait, jog, no wait, let’s be honest – it was a trudge. But even before beginning, I came down the stairs and my daughter asked if I was going out dressed like that. Yes, a stuffed sausage has nothing on me in my running shirt now that I’ve packed on a good 10+ pounds but that wasn’t what she was referring to. I queried – shirt too tight, man-bun not on fleek, too bright shoes??? Then my son jumped in and said “it’s your stripper shorts”!! I was quite taken aback – they were mid too low thigh on the mannequin but they were well above on me. My 6’3” son offered me his basketball-type shorts and I came down in them and both of them laughed and remarked that even those on me were above my knees and I was wearing them well low on my hips. Yes, surprisingly 5’10” of me is all long limbs but a very short torso 😦 So with my ego not so intact, I make my way outside and was about to quit for the second time. Even though it was sunny, it was deceivingly chilly around 7pm; however, I mustered the courage and head out. The 5 km that had in the past taken me about 20 – 25 minutes tonight took an hour and for the third time, I was ready to just turn back into the first ½ km. But that’s when it happened – the nod and smile. It’s some kind of greeting code between runners that I had no clue about until well into my 3rd or 4th year of running – I mean, the first time it happened to me, I thought the person knew me and so I stopped and turned around to engage but they kept running. The second time it happened (and okay, let’s be honest, a couple of subsequent times), I thought I was being hit on – damn, I could really be into this running thing! LOL Then I realized that almost everyone who was a solitary runner gave some form of that “nod and smile greeting” be it a wink and nod (hey, that definitely looks like flirting LOL) or a wave and nod. So tonight, just as I was about to quit – my breathing would have been the envy of any Lamaze coach – a female runner going in the opposite direction gave me all the encouragement I needed: the nod and smile. No, I did not pick up my speed. Yes, I did stop a couple of times for rest breaks. No, I did not make the lights – on purpose. Yes, an older guy passed me as did the kid on his tricycle. But that runners greeting that has been getting me through about 2 decades of jogging/running worked its wonders again. Thank you to my fellow runners for giving me the fortitude to get through my run not only tonight but each and every time I go out. I nod and smile back at you!