My name is Molly. And today I said goodbye to leading November Project Denver. Here is my story:
My love affair started some four years ago on the leg press. It was a Tuesday night, and I was at a gym that was indoors, for which I paid money (read: not free fitness) back at my undergrad institution in Boston, MA. As I was impressively pushing some between where 60-200 pounds, I noticed there was a man watching me from a machine nearby. He lingered a little too long, and a little too awkwardly, and I thought, “Oh god, he’s about to hit on me.” Finally, he made his approach and in some stumble of words said something like, “I see you here a lot and I was wondering if you liked to work out outside which sounds weird to ask because I see you working out here inside so I don’t know why you’d like to go outside”…. Okay, he’s hitting on me AND he’s bad at it. My eyes darted around looking for an exit strategy. Jump over the railing behind me and fall three floors to my potential death, or land on my feet like a cat outside the front door of my favorite burrito joint, Boloco? Either way was win win at this point. But after a few more stumbling sentences he got to the good stuff, saying “I’m part of this word of mouth, grassroots fitness group that runs Harvard Stadium every Wednesday at 6:30 am. Our homework this week is to to meet five strangers and invite them. My name is Rishabh.” Yes, that’s right, I went to college with and was recruited to NP by none other than Rishabh Malick. You may know him as the guy who shows up half way through the Denver workouts wearing all black and headphones, who maybe doesn’t say a word to anyone for the first fifteen minutes and when you try to talk to him he can’t hear you cause his music is so loud and his hair a little longer every time you see him. Moral of the story: talk to strangers. recruit strangers. In the old days, we used to say #recruitmoreracers. Do that. read more
