As you probably guessed in my Running and Life post, I used to worry a lot about what other people thought of me when I was exercising.
Once I decided I was more worried about my health than I was about what others thought of me, I hit my city’s gorgeous track.
I hadn’t run in years, and for the first few weeks, I was hyper aware of everyone around me and what I just knew what they were thinking.
The person driving by is laughing. The person passing me is aggravated I’m so slow. The person coming my way can’t believe how red my face is. My ankles are too skinny and my ass is too fat and my belly is too jelly.