No offense, but I never really cared for cheerleaders in high school….so when I use that word, they are not who I am talking about…
I am talking about encouragers. A person that comes alongside you and is on your team.
This week I have found an unlikely pair of cheerleaders. Their names are Hunter and Jeremiah. They pop in while I am working out and instead of grabbing the popcorn or snickering at some awkward pose I am about to kill myself doing; they join in. They try.
They ask when we are going to work out. While we drive around they discuss which workout is their favorite, and which on that they think is particularly hard.
Tuesday, when Jeremiah and I finished KenpoX, he decided we needed to give each other high fives.
Now that’s a cheerleader.