was totally out of my comfort zone. Meeting new people. In a large group. Feeling old. And slow. And not nearly as cute as everyone else.
was mildly more in my comfort zone. Mostly new people. In another group. New situation. I never run with people. But at least I was running.
was perfect. One on one. With an amazing person and friend. Talked about running and everything else. And I'm even fine with the fact that this picture means I should change my header image to one of Skipper (you know, Barbie's littler/smaller - but in our case not younger - sister that has a cuteness equal to Barbie's hotness).
I am not really one of those people that tries to find new things to do to help me get out of my comfort zone. I'm pretty sure it's called a COMFORT zone for a reason. And I like to be comfortable. But I don't regret the Yogurtland meeting. Or running with that group this past Saturday. Running has forced me to step outside my comfort zone, and I'm sure it will continue to do so.I just have to remind myself that spending time with other runners is sometimes like running. You don't regret the runs you do, even if they are hard.
And sometimes they will be hard.
But you do regret the runs you don't do.