the cheery competitor

While attempting my first 5K in a long time, I found myself running beside a nice bald guy, and he kept me running faster than I would have run on my own. (I did indeed meet my goal of 25 minutes or less, by hitting it right on the nose-- 25!) Anyhow, once again a part of me surfaced that I've recognized in the past-- I am a positive force on the trail (whether on bike or foot), and usually that great attitude is met with a less-than-bubbly reception. Today was no exception. I started to babble about the lack of mile markers, and my bald friend said, "No words; just breathe," in a kind tone that seemed to be an effort to guide me to victory. In the past, it hasn't always been kindness-- At Ore to Shore last year, as we climbed an endless hill on the road, I cheerily exclaimed, "We love hills!", with a smile that was met by many groans and cringes. Most amusing was my discovery that both my father and Ali are also optimistic beams of happiness while racing (long races), trying to motivate fellow competitors and focus on finishing strong. If only I were a lot tougher and my dad a little tougher, then Ali, my dad, and I could happily push each other to victory! :)