On Friday night, after my workout and a nice few minutes in the sauna, I bundled up and walked into the polar vortex. After nearly getting run over by an enthusiastic little guy on a razor scoot, I heard, "Hey! Hey! My friend!" I turned and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I looked around and discovered that it was coming from a cab nearby.
"Do you remember me?" the cab driver enthusiastically asked.
It was actually pretty funny. About six months ago, I called a cab to come pick me up from home. The driver was extremely cheerful, and I had a nice ride with him. It was great hearing about his life and his Ethiopian heritage. I'm sure he hears tons from other people, and you could tell that he was happy to have the opportunity to lead the conversation. Anyway, he gave me his card back then, and I told him I would call him if I needed a cab in the future. Shortly thereafter, I bought myself a car, and haven't needed a cab again.
Lo and behold, he remembered me! Go figure! I was all bundled up, and it was almost 9 p.m., so it was actually pretty impressive! How many different people do you think he sees in a single day?
"Where are you going? Hop in!" he urged.
I respectfully declined.
"No, that's okay, thanks. I'm just going to walk home. It's nearby."
"Come on! Free ride, my friend," he urged.
"No, no, it's okay. Thanks for offering. I really appreciate it, but I'm fine."
He gave me another card, and I assured him that I wouldn't forget about him, and we parted ways.
Why was I proud, you ask? Because I chose to walk in the polar vortex over getting a free ride! I didn't even think about it until after he left. When was the last time I turned down a free ride? Then I got to thinking: Maybe I'm insane. It is effing freezing out here!
I'm really proud that I made the cold trek home, unassisted. My quads aren't too pleased with me at the moment, but I've heard enough complaining from them this week. I know that it doesn't seem like much, but, when you're on a fitness journey, you count every inch forward on the trip as a small victory.
What's something seemingly small or insignificant that has made you proud recently? How do you celebrate your small victories?