Jealousy

On my way to work today, I met a woman running.

She's a woman I have seen a dozen times in the past year. She's older than me by about 10 years, if I had to guess, and I first noticed her walking along the main street of the little town nearby. She walked fast, with purpose, and I thought, "You go, girl."

Then I noticed her doing what I'll call a speed-walk, her arms just swinging. And again, I thought, "You go, girl. (But stop swinging your arms across the front of your body!)"

This morning, she was running! My first and immediate thought was, "YOU GO GIRL! Good for you! Isn't it cool to tell people you're a runner?"

And then, "Lucky her. Poor me."

Jealous much?