It’s OK To Hate Another Runner

There’s a girl I know that I’ve tried to like in my running group.

I’ll call her Amber.

She’s fast.

She’s skinny.

She’s funny.

The people I run with generally like Amber.

We know the same people and have mutual friends.

But I don’t like Amber.

I want to; I try to like everyone and have no reason to dislike her.

Well, other than the fact that she’s fast and skinny, and seems to get recognized for that.

I don’t think Amber likes me very much, either.

Initially, I thought disliking Amber made me a bad person.

But I have other fast friends.

I have other skinny friends.

I have friends who are talented at things I’m not talented at.

I have friends who get recognized for being awesome.

And none of that bothers me as much.

I was still thinking about Amber when I listened to Sam Sanders interview Karamo Brown from Queer Eye.

Karamo said, “If it’s hysterical, it’s historical,” meaning that if you overreact to something, it’s because that situation or person is emblematic…