Okay, so I woke up on fire this morning. It’s time to get moving!! Washed my face, threw on some leggings and a wrinkled top, laced up the sneakers (no socks, I hate socks) and headed out the door. We live across the street from Prospect Park, it’s a beautiful park, and I was determined to start my walking regime. 3.3 scenic miles around the bike/running path, let’s go. I ran into a neighbor, walking his dog, at the entrance. I told him about Operation Fatty Down and he wished me luck, pushed me gently onto the path and I was off and wobbling.
I have always wanted to live across from the park and here I am, on the path to health and a more slender version of myself. I breathed in the air, nodded smiling at my fellow walkers, joggers, runners and bikers and set off at a nice clip. Sidebar; Derrill and I have been walking as much as two lazy slugs can walk so attempting the three miles is not an unreasonable stretch. Hmmph
It is a beautiful morning and I am doing okay walking at a nice pace, communing with The Universe, planning out my day, my weekend, next week, and considering what I may want to do during the summer months. Now you would think that all of that mulling would take me pretty deep into the 3.3 miles, right? Nope, not even near the library yet. Turns out I am a pretty swift thinker and pretty slow walker. Sigh But I am feeling great.
As I pass the library and enter into unchartered territory, I realize that everyone and I mean everyone is passing me. Don’t get it twisted, I am passing no one. Old, old people are zipping past me. Two Grandma Dynamites whizzed past me so fast they kicked up some leaves and dust that swallowed me up for a moment. Really?!?! Oh and then as I get onto a really good stretch, a couple of stroke victims zoomed past me as if I were standing still. Hmmm, it’s okay, I am moving along, except that I can no longer see the GD’s or the SV’s anymore. I am going to concentrate on the glorious fact that I am in the middle of nature, with the lake on my left and wonderful grassy knolls on my right. Life is grand.
I have reached the 2 mile point and this is where my legs start burning and I know if I stop my feet will immediately swell like crescent rolls, so I keep moving and hope that this Operation Fatty Down doesn’t turn into Operation Fatty Face Down. It is at the 2.5 mile point that I realize I will make it and do you know what happened? My gait got stronger and I straightened up from the half crawl position I had adopted to that of the marathon runner who can see the ribbon at the end of the road. As I came around the last bend, I saw the ribbon and walked briskly to my starting point, closed my eyes, pointed my face towards the sky, thanked The Universe and wobbled off the path.
I stretched at a bench, patted myself on the back and flat-footed it out of the park to the supermarket to get fixins’for dinner. I also picked up some Special K and a couple of bananas, in for a penny… The bananas are a big deal for me because while I may like fruit, I never eat it and am always on the verge of scurvy. Thank God for wine.
When I got to my building, a nice pre-war, I remembered the stairs and almost blacked out. We are on the third floor. Oh boy. This must be some kind of bad joke. But you know, it wasn’t that bad, okay it was terrible and as I slapped my hand onto the railing of my floor, I knew one thing, I would be doing this again tomorrow and I smiled, alright grimaced and felt pretty good about starting something that is good for me, even if I felt like hell.
Who knows, maybe I might rejoin the gym…Oh stop that madness.
So here is to health and the wonderful knowing that I am making it happen all for me.