Welcome to Wednesday Word, a weekly linkup for everyone, not just health and fitness bloggers. Each Wednesday you will have a single word prompt to write about.  Let your imagination run free and share with your readers your interpretation of that word, or simply use it as inspiration for your post. Today’s word is comparison……  I’d love to have you link up, and if you do, please remember to follow my six simple rules.


Comparison – the act or process of comparing;
the representing of one thing or person as similar to or like another;
an examination of two or more items to establish similarities and dissimilarities
~ Merriam-Webster



It’s hard not to compare, especially when you’re competitive like I am. 

Over the years I’ve run with a lot of different people.  Some faster than me, some slower than me, and some that fit right in with my pace perfectly.  In the past, when running with a faster runner, I’d hang as long as I could and then fall back into my comfortable pace.  I’d do the same, but in reverse, when running with slower friends.  I’d hang back for a while to enjoy the company, but eventually bid my farewells and speed up to my usual pace.

I don’t remember ever comparing myself to any of those friends…..

Today I continue to run with the same mix of speeds, yet many of the runners are about twenty years younger than me.  It’s a little harder to hang with the speedier ladies than it used to be, and some days I kind of like it when I find myself running with someone slightly slower than me.  But mostly, I prefer to run with my group of friends who are just my speed, and I enjoy running countless miles with them.

So where does the comparison come in?

With myself…..


These days I find myself finishing a run at an average pace of one to two minutes slower than I used to, and yet it seems like I worked much harder than when I ran the same route at a faster pace ten years ago.  And that annoys me.

Overall, getting older really hasn’t bothered me, and I love that I can still be competitive in my age group.  I try not to complain, but sometimes it hard not to play the age card.  You know, sneaking my age into conversation to explain why I’m slowing down, or wistfully remembering stories from my younger days.

As Teddy Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the thief of joy,” and if I compare myself to my younger self, I diminish my current accomplishments.


Even though in my mind I’m still twenty, I have to remind myself that my body isn’t.  I need to continue to take pride in being one of the oldest and most active in my running group, and most importantly, I need to embrace the current Deb.



Do you fall victim to comparison?  If so, under what circumstances?


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Next Wednesday’s Word:  Passionate