A few years ago, before I tried to become a gym rat, I had the ridiculous idea of running a 10k Race (Lawyers Have Heart). I thought my office was going to have a group of people walking together, but as it turns out all the people that signed up for the race were runners/joggers. Lucky for me, my coworker/softball teammate said she'd stick with me.
We started together, we ended together. There was some jogging, some power walking, and lots of talking about her upcoming wedding, our families, and our health. It took 1 hour, 29 minutes to go 10k. We beat people who were jogging. We didn't get hauled away in the van of shame. And amazingly, we were 30 minutes behind a coworker that was a former marine. Is it fast? No. But did it prove something to myself? Yes. I can complete things that are hard.
I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to have someone willing take a journey with you. When I did start going to the gym, my trainer was the one telling me I could run on an elliptical for a kilometer. He was there telling me I could run for 5k. And he was the one i wanted to tell that I did 10k in 52 minutes. When doing planks got hard (as we later figured out it was my back problem rearing its ugly head) he would get on the ground and do them with me. He wouldn't bark at me to do lunges without doing them himself.
So while you're all not here with me as i'm going through this, I know that I'll get strength from you, motivation from you, and you all will help me stay honest with myself. I'd like to thank you in advance.