Arwen sprinted out the last 20 yards or so on our morning jog. She turned and watched me jog it in.
"How do I look? Eye-catchingly awkward?" I asked. I always wonder how I look running, since I can't really see myself. I admit, it's vanity, but still--what do I look like?
"No", she replied. "You look like a good runner who's working on her form." "You look like a good runner, just going 0.1 miles per hour."
I laugh. She kept searching for words to describe me. Finally, she hit upon the right ones:
"You look like a good runner in slow motion."
And I am TOTALLY fine with that!
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