Gracious, today’s Wednesday Word, was another stumper for me. Oh sure, there’s the obvious: being gracious in defeat.
Except I’ve never won a race, and chances are, I never will. In fact, most runners won’t. It is not why most runners run, and you can read yesterday’s post to see the number one reason why I run.
I could be gracious about all my friends who win age group awards. While I know it’s not true, it still seems like all the bloggers I know win at least the occasional age group award. Not me. Again, unlikely to ever be me.
But then there’s this definition for gracious:
Courteous, kind, and pleasant.
Simple things, but these are things I can do, and hope that I do, more often than I don’t.
I try to be kind to other runners, the ones that are slower than me or clearly struggling. I try to smile at them, give them some words of encouragement — if they’ll meet my eyes, which often they won’t — or at the very least send them some kind thoughts.
I share my knowledge: tips, where to get cute running clothes — you know, the clothes that work for real bodies, food, water.
I will compliment another runner on a cute skirt or whatever that is cute about their outfit that catches me eye. In fact, I try to do this on a fairly regular basis– whether running or not: to complement random strangers.
Talk about changing someone’s mood!
Since I run/walk, I try to be courteous of other runners and be over to the side when I take my walk break. I’d never heard of the whole raising your hand thing, and I’m guessing that’s a Disney thing? Or am I the only clueless run/walker?
Even over to the side, I will try to be aware of the runners behind me, and I try my best not to stop in front of them.
I thank all the volunteers. Without the volunteers, races would be a much less fun. Ditto for the police.
I try to get my water cup in the trash, or at least out of the path of other runners.
I carry a ziploc bag so I don’t have to toss a sticky gel packet on the ground.
I try to make my comments on blogs courteous, and I do use emojis — because you cannot tell tone from type. Emojis can be a clue when someone is joking, rather than serious.
I smile at other runners. I smile at volunteers. And yes, I’ve even been known to randomly smile during a run.
I listen to stories, even if I’ve heard them before.
I am less likely to swear during a run than in normal everyday life.
I will offer complete strangers (and runner friends, too, of course), ziplocs, food, pins, headbands – if I have an extra and they need it, I’ll give it to them, with no thought of getting it back or having the favor returned
Gracious is really just another word for the Golden Rule, isn’t it?
How are you kind, courteous, and pleasant?