I think I can. I think I can.

Yesterday while coming home from our favorite little library nestled in Red Rock canyon, I saw an old man (probably late 60's/early 70's) jogging along the dirt road. I shouldn't have been surprised to see him because we had already driven passed several bikers and runners in this area-- it's the most gorgeous stretch of land in Las Vegas. But I was shocked and in awe.

It was obvious he had been running for a while. His shirt was drenched with sweat and his legs looked very tired. He wasn't moving fast, but he was definitely moving. He was at least 150 pounds overweight. Just watching him run made me exhausted... but I was impressed and inspired. It's amazing that you can feel so much respect for a total stranger.

I wanted to honk and wave or yell something encouraging out the window. But I didn't. I just drove passed and smiled. He will never know how much he inspired a tired, pregnant mother of three who was anxious to get home after a long day.

I know how hard it is to feel motivated. Sometimes I feel like giving up, especially when the odds are against me. But this old, sweaty man slowly jogging along the road gave me motivation to do more and be better. I wish I could write him a fan letter. Adding him to my list of inspirational people will have to do for now...