A Gift As Is

Week 7
Day 45 Monday August 20, 2012 –   Day 51  Sunday August 26th

I started going to the park again.  It wasn’t as consistent as before, but it was frequent and something momentous happened.

Remember a few weeks ago I mentioned I jogged for the first time in …forever?  Well, that was short lived. My knee started to scream and for a whole week I was walking around like Doctor House. I was gimp and walking like a pimp.  When my knee finally stopped hurting I wanted to jog again. But, under consideration and talking to my fitness guru about why my knee even got hurt in the first place, I decided against it. Why? Well, because we decided it was just too much too soon. I was just too fat. Too much weight and pressure on my already weak knees. Which is why I got so hurt.  I’m not talking about regular work out pain, I’m talking about my knee was hurting so bad it brought tears to my eyes. I had to double wrap it and alternate between heat and icing it. So for the past couple of weeks I settled for a consistent power walk.  I walked as fast as I could, never faltering from the pace.

So Week 7 and I was mid power  walk in the trail in the park when I see a girl.  She looked young. Maybe my age (24).  She was twice my size, literally. And she was jogging.

Now, I mean this respectfully- but I saw her and thought she was much bigger than me how does she do it and I can’t (I know everyone is different, but still)? So I’m walking and thinking and walking and thinking and I came to a conclusion. From Monday’s weigh in I lost a total of 25 pounds since week one. That’s 20 pounds lighter since I jogged and got injured. I feel stronger and feel like I’ve acquired more stamina. And that’s a lot less weight on my body and hopefully on my joints. If this girl, twice my size, can do it… why can’t I?

So, I just tried it and I jogged. But, I did it right this time. I didn’t full out jog with all my speed and might. I took small steps and at a moderate but consistent speed and jogged slowly but steady. It was incredible.  I jogged further and longer than I ever have and I didn’t feel strain on my knees and joints.

Seeing that lady jog really gave me a push. I know it sounds bad “she’s fatter than me, so I can do it” but I mean it in a good way. I’m honestly happy for her and her abilities. I don’t begrudge her or look down on her. But there is a difference from healthy, slim people telling you what to do to exercise and lose weight and someone who is fat, big or obese doing something. It’s instructional. It’s motivational. It’s encouraging.  Most of all, it’s the push you need. Confidence building.  WE can do it ( note the capitalization and significance of WE).

I’m just thankful I saw her. I could have been looking for a song on my ipod and never saw her. I could of left earlier or later to go to the park and missed her completely. The lady herself probably had a long road to that moment too, maybe she finally gained the confidence to go out in public alone and work out. So many factors. But, we both were there at that moment in time at the exact same time to share a smile and unknowingly to her, motivation.  If you’re a religious person this is where you can insert your divine intervention. But, for me. I’ll just take the gift as is.  Acknowledge it, accept it and be thankful for it.

Thank you, lady in the park.


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