Tuesday, April 30, 2013
My neighbor and I both took on the task of mowing our lawns last evening. We each circled around and around our yards. Our orbits brought us into frequent face to face encounters near the fence before we each turned and went our separate ways. It was not a meeting of equals. My little push mower was no match for his big riding machine. He was in luxury with a daughter perched on his lap. I was sweating. His speed and wide swaths of cut grass left me humbly behind like a turtle making slower progress. It took additional time to collect the grass clippings in my little bag and wheel them to the compost pile for garden mulch. I started my work before my neighbor and I was still working when he parked his machine. I admit to feeling a little silly with my little lawn mower and a bit intimidated by his machine's headlights bearing down on me as we approached each other. But I reminded myself why I chose not to get a riding mower and my reasoning was confirmed when I recorded two and half hours of mowing on my exercise tracker - over a thousand calories burned. The exercise is good for me. I'll keep pushing. I'm sparking!