I am not one of those people who is naturally gifted at running. I have to push harder than most people just to be average. And sometimes I feel like I should just permanently throw in the towel and stop running and tell myself I’ll never be good or great or amazing or anything, really.
But I never will.
So last night my friend Chelsea walked to my apartment in the snow in balloon pants with ankle socks and converses (so her ankles were exposed), and we’re about to venture outside and she just starting to pose the question “Uhm mom, do you have a pair of socks I can wear”..but she only said “Uhm mom, do you have” because I responded saying I’m going to give you a pair of socks.
I don’t know if this is concerning or not because we’re both sitting here studying, separately, thinking about socks.