Saturday, April 30, 2011


Typically, when I encounter other runners in the park, we either avoid eye-contact or we glance quickly at each other and mumble a perfunctory, "Bonjour." Actually, I have never heard anything other than a basic "Hello" shared between passing runners whether in the U.S or in France.

Until today.

This morning, when I was halfway through my final mile, I saw a runner with the body of a Kenyan marathoner approaching at clip. He had a bandanna wrapped around his brow to gird up a fantastic bushel of dreadlocks, which were thus sprouting out of the top of his head. He sort of resembled one of the green-onions from Veggie-Tales. Except he wasn't green.

When we were about three meters apart, he shouted to me, "Bravo! C'est super! Bon courage!"

In stunned surprise, I said, "Merci," but he had already flown past me. In all my life I have never had anyone make me feel so happy to be running. I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of my route. I think I may have even picked up my pace.

Encouragement. It just feels good, doesn't it?

1 comment:

  1. Yes. Yes, it does.

    I pray your day is filled to the brim and running over with encouragement, my friend.

    "...halfway through the final mile..." That, alone, rings with the sound of victory!