I was walking down the street near my home on an evening stroll, when a chiseled specimen came toward me from the opposite direction.
He was out on an evening run and was making some really incredible time.
I was out walking, trying to get a bit of exercise, and I think he could tell.
My pace was the 20-minute mile and he was running a 5-minute mile, but as he passed he put his fist in the air and pumped it. Twice.
And it seems like a really small gesture but everything he was able to communicate in that relatively subtle action is remarkable.
And sure, maybe he didn’t intend everything that I read, but this is what I felt him say with that move.
- I see you
- We’re both out here gettin’ it done!
- Don’t quit
- I’ll be here again tomorrow. Will you?
Well fist-pumping stranger, yes, I will.