I wasn't entirely sure where to put this, but I thought it was quite funny (and rather encouraging, too), so I wanted to share.
I recently moved abroad to teach English. I live in a small city by my host country's standards, though in my standards it's more of a town. I happen to live on the same street and in the same area as many of the students in my classes, and I often see them while walking to and from work and while working out in the evening.
This evening, I was in the middle of doing some squats and other exercises that will supposedly and wondrously sculpt my tiny bump of a butt into something a bit more bootylicious when my door bell rang. One of my students was at the door and asked if I would like to go on a jog!! He had heard that I liked to go jogging and had seen me out once before. Somewhat befuddled, I agreed, threw on my running shoes, and went on a 2k with him, his friend, and his dog.
While I really and truly hope that all of my 400+ students don't make a habit of knocking on my door, I was actually quite pleased by tonight's events. I'm glad that my students like me enough and like English enough that they want to spend time with me outside of class. And (perhaps with more relevance to this site) I absolutely love that I have become the kind of person that is known as a jogger! Two months ago I couldn't even jog half a kilometer without stopping to catch my breath, and now jogging is apparently known around my workplace as one of my hobbies! How cool is that? And how cool is it that I live in a place where there is so much external encouragement to exercise?