Today I was doing my granny walk in the fitness center. And everyone around me was like running marathons at lighting speeds...and doing military sit-ups, and the for rizzle pull ups. It was like someone had posted a "only real athletes can work out today" sign and I TOTALLY missed the memo.
Before my Costo days. I now call them my ignorant glory days...I use to watch people "stroll" in the gym and would think to myself..."pansies....that ain't gunna cut it...they need to kick it up or just go to the old lady water aerobics class." GASP. Was I that rude in my head? Yes. Why yes, I say. Which I'm quite ashamed to admit. But since my pride and my hot pink work-out tank tops made off with my push-up bras to a beach in Mexico- I can openly admit to such ridiculous thoughts now. With vigor.
Oh me. oh My. The things we learn as we grow older. And the lesson of this little tale? You never really know what someone is going through. Never. And grace is a much more beautiful and colorful quality than judgement.
And you know what? My aunt who is totally bedridden with MS? She'd loved to be doing the granny stroll. So today... in honor of my ever positive and cool Aunt Jenny, I strutted my granny stroll on the treadmill like I was cooler than the new ipad with wings. And I let go of what others were thinking of me. Thanks Aunt J. (Insert We are the Champions song and a janky hip shake for the victory dance).