More On Old Friends

The other day I wrote about my friend Betsy and how much she changed (see HERE). I find it funny how much she changed over time, not just in the small day-to-day things, but in the major things. 

Like I said, she changed over time, but what I found amazing is that she changed so fundamentally. I remember the first time we met, on a run, I looked over at her and said, "What are you doing?" She looked like she was trying to race me. "I'm just a mom trying to keep up."

That's what I liked most. She would always try to keep up. She was not a quitter. She was a fighter. I like fighters. 

This is what changed though. She stopped being a fighter. She turned into a quitter by the end. Before she would take on the world and never quit. By the end, she wouldn't even try and take on the world. And if coaxed into it she'd quit within a few steps. 

Had I met the Betsy at the end on that run, and I said to her, "What are you doing?" She wouldn't have even been there, and the probably would have said, "quitting" or "hitting pause". It was infuriating to lose the fighter that I liked so much.