I’ve started walking this past week. That’s my way of starting to get in shape. I’ve been so lazy the last 2 years and since I’ve got it in my head that I’m going to hike Mount St Helen’s this fall, I need to start somewhere.
Today on my hour long walk I encountered many, many people. It’s Saturday, the weather is amazing, and the Farmer’s Market is in full swing. Usually on my walks I put in my ear buds, turn up my music, and don’t pay much attention to my surroundings. Today I actually paid attention and I’m glad I did because as I was walking through a huge throng of people downtown, I heard someone comment very loudly, “Look at that beautiful height!” Then I heard multiple others agree and some really nice compliments made me smile as I passed. As graceful as a gazelle??? Me? I pretended like I didn’t hear, but I did, and it gave me the biggest glow from the inside.
What I find interesting is that I was about 7 blocks to my destination and just before I hit this large group of people, all I could think about was “how much my knees hurt, and that little twinge in my back, oh sweat just rolled in my eye….” And with that one comment (and the others too), I was walking on air. All of my little hurts were forgotten. In fact, I probably could’ve kept going for even longer than I did simply because someone made me feel good.
I overheard a few other comments as well, mostly from young kids. You know, the point and ‘Look at that tall lady, mom!’ I don’t mind those. I usually wave and smile.
So I guess today is a great day to be tall. Sure glad I am.