I’m very self-conscious when I run. And Dom’s reassurance of nobody’s looking at you is hard to believe because when I’m out driving and see someone running, I’m looking at them. The weird thing about anxiety is that when I’m running, I’m assuming people are laughing at my posture, slow pace, or dope-ass dad bod. But when I see people running, I’m usually thinking, go get it, girl (or boy, as the situation demands).
That, of course, is a contradiction in perception that any psycho-analyzer worth their diploma would immediately pounce on. The answer, of course, is now when people drive by or walk by or run by, I assume they’re thinking in their head: go get it, Daniel. And I will. I will go get it.
You go get it too.
BTW, these new Mizuno Wave Runner 22’s I picked up from Zappos are awesome. So very comfy, though I did have to order a half-size bigger.