There’s a fence on one section of a route I run.
Most days, I run by myself.
The only voices I hear are my own thoughts and the music I listen to.
Some days, I can hear voices on the other side of the fence, but can’t make out what they’re saying.
Twice this past year as I ran by, an anonymous voice called from the other side of the fence:
I wasn’t expecting it.
Don’t know the guy.
Have no idea who he was.
It really was encouraging.
I kept going. : )
Now, even when there’s no one there, when there’s no voice calling out, “Keep going!”, I remember that voice when I run past that section of fence on my route.
So far, this Freecember,
We’ve crossed $10,000 raised together!
I’m almost, but not quite, at 100 km… (only another 64 km to go to get to 100 miles)!
Maybe you don’t, but 2/3rds in, you might feel discouraged, tired, wondering if you’re making a difference or if anyone’s noticing or if anyone cares…
I might not know exactly what you’re doing…
Or what you’re feeling…
You might not know me.
I might be on
the other side of the country…
the other side of the ocean…
the other side of the world…
From the other side of the fence, I’m calling out to you: