Today my idea of exercise was to walk the mile from my house to Whole Foods, eat lunch, and walk back. All I could manage.
Soon after I hit the sidewalk, I noticed a woman up ahead who kept turning back to look in my direction. Her steps were steady, but after every two or three, she turned. Was she confused? Lost? In need of medical assistance? Surely I could be the one to save her!
When I caught up, she told me she’d been looking for her husband, who had started out after she did.
“My eyesight isn’t what it used to be,” she said, “so I wasn’t sure who was walking behind me. You know your body starts playing tricks on you when you get older.” She was smiling when she said it.
“Yes ma’am,” I responded. “That’s one reason I’m out here today. I’m fifty-three and am trying to get in better shape. I haven’t been all that physically active up until now so it’s a bit of a challenge for me.”
“I understand. I’m eighty-six, and I do three miles every other day.”
“Eighty-six?” I might have said this with a little too much gusto, but this woman looked fabulous, trim enough to pull off wearing one those skirts over her leggings.
“Had a birthday last week. My husband, he’s ninety. He does five miles, every day, no problem.”
“Five miles!” I might have been screeching by this point, what with the shame of it and all.
“Yes,” she said, smiling again. “We’re doing what we can to stay in the game.”
Indeed, I thought, but what I said was, “You’re inspiring me.”
“Well, you’re doing good too, Hon, getting in the habit.”
We introduced ourselves before I walked on.
I made it to Whole Foods, ate my salad (no cheese! no dressing!) and drank my green juice.
And then I took the long way home.