), but I was proud of myself. Today in the library I ran into two friends of mine, both cross country runners, both incredibly fit. They mentioned that they saw me running when they drove past the track. For about 2 seconds I wanted to craw under the table and hide. Forget about the fact these are girls I practically lived with, who know embarrassing secrets about me, who've held back my hair when I puked, and generally seen me at my worst and best. I don't know why it was so humiliating to me that they had seen me trying to run.
Then I actually listened to them: they were talking about how proud they were of me for getting out there and "doing stuff" (our way of saying making things happen for yourself). One gave me a how to avoid shin splints tip. I mean, of course they were proud of me, of course they weren't judging me; they love me and they're nice people. And then my humiliation shifted back into pride.
Haha, I'm not exactly sure where I was going in this little essay, but I knew it was a moment I wanted to share here.
But I still don't know why I/we get so embarrassed when the people notice our hard work! Anyone, anyone, Bueller?


