Back When a Walk Wasn't Inconvenient
Sunday, November 13, 2016
While I continue pondering what I used to do "right," when I wasn't overweight, I remember that in my senior year of college, I went to the gym everyday. There was one day when I had a big test, and I was so tired, so I decided beforehand that I wasn't going to go, but by late afternoon, I was so jumping out of my skin that I put on my workout pants and kicks and made it to the gym, anyway. I remember it so specifically, because I recall walking through a shortcut through a little plaza and marveling at how the gym had become such a part of my life that I couldn't miss one day.
I walked to the gym, because it was on my university campus, and that was what I did. If I had had a car, which I didn't, I would have had to have parked it in the garage right next to the gym, anyway. It was maybe a 12-minute walk or so, not so bad.
Now we are down to one car, which is a bit like me not having one. My public transportation commute is an hour shorter than my husband's, so it makes no sense for him to Metro while I drive. Plus, I have a few coworkers on whose way I live, and they've been very generous about offering rides. Last week, I only worked two days, anyway, while my husband worked the whole week, so I had three days at home with no car.
My husband hasn't been very interested in the gym lately, and I really didn't want to spend the whole day like a schlub at home and then have to rally at 7pm to go to the gym. I remembered that I'm supposed to be acting like a thinner BeatleTot, so three times this week, I walked to the gym and back. As I go, I remind myself that I used to do this every day. No big deal, right?
To be fair to my present self, it isn't the same thing. The gym is now a 25 minute walk from my house. I also went to college in New Orleans and now live in Northern Virginia (emphasis on Northern). The coat I wear in October is the only coat I had when I moved here from the South. It's been beautiful the last several days here, but I did think to myself yesterday that if it got any colder, I wouldn't want to do this any more.
Speaking of yesterday, I was about a quarter the way home when I realized that I left my water bottle on the elliptical machine. I stopped, sighed and stared back at the road I had just trekked. I couldn't just leave it there, though. I turned around, walked back, and then started over. It's what 115-pound BeatleTot would have done.