I just returned from a 3 1/2 mile walk... it took me all morning to convince myself to go. The 20 minute t'ai chi tape seemed much more appealing. Plus, I was horrified the moment I stepped outside because even though it is only 75 degrees the humidity must be at 100%.
And I DO NOT do well in the heat. But regardless, I made my way out of my neighborhood, over the bridge and off of my little island, through the park, along the lake and all the 100 year old mansions, swung past the light house, back through the park, and headed home.
Right before I made it to the light house, I see this woman cruising toward me... you know... one of those hard core walkers with head phones and spandex and a sport bra and a tan and thin and muscular. She was really moving, much faster than me.
My first thought was to really hate her and her fast moving skinny butt. And then, as we drew closer I suddenly noticed that this speedy woman was at least 60 years old!! If not older!! Boy, did I feel stupid. She came cruising towards me and with a smile on her face said "Better get this done before the rain comes!" and zipped by. I thought... man, if she can do it what the heck is my excuse? How pathetic was I for feeling sorry for myself this whole walk... and here zips by a lady over twice my age who could clearly kick my bootie in any athletic event? And then as I rounded the next bend this little old gray man is his trousers and button up shirt and thick glasses is taking what is probably his daily morning walk... now he is moving s...l...o...w... but he must be eighty-five years old. So what do I honestly have to complain about? So, with that reality check in hand and a major attitude adjustment, I picked up the pace and finished my walk with a new determination. That 5k walk is just a couple weeks away, and I am really going to do it.
I mean really, what excuses do we have?