Blah, blah, blah. 3 miles on the treadmill. Blah. I remembered my music today and was rocking out to tobyMac. 1 minute faster per mile, again. I guess I should be running faster if I'm able to shave off 2 minutes per mile in as many days. We'll see what tomorrow holds. So, I just can't help myself when I'm at the gym. I have to see what pace the people around me are doing. The guy next to me today was doing 10:30 miles, but I think the guy on the other side of me was doing a similar pace to mine (he was actually one down, so I couldn't really see). Yesterday there was a girl in the row ahead of me who was doing 10:00 miles and today there was a girl on the end of the row who was walking at my slowest running pace (if you tried real hard you could probably guess it). I just find it interesting to see all of the different people and all of the different bodies. It's a nice reminder of God's infinite creativity. Each one is unique. I'm not going to lie, I do compare myself, but not in a, "they are better than me" kind of way. I just like to see what everybody else is doing. Of course, sometimes there's a Paul or somebody like him, and mostly I just think of how loud they are (the faster you run on a treadmill, the louder your foot strike is...I'm pretty sure there is a direct correlation).
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