I couldn’t help but notice the large number of large people out taking walks this morning. There could be a few reasons for this.
One is that I’ve been thinking so much lately about getting into shape. Not that I’m not in shape right now, it just that I’m in too much shape. This, by the way, allows me to use the “f” word in the title of this post and prevents you, the reader, from getting mad at me, much in the same way that a number of the population uses the “n” word and are okay with it. Note however, that unless you too are of the tubby variety, you cannot comment on my weight. Deal with it skinny people!
The second reason that I noticed more people out today is that the weather this morning was wonderful and the days have already been getting warmer. No better way to beat the afternoon heat and humidity than to get out there early and get your exercise in.
The third, and probably most truthful reason that I noticed so many people out this morning was the fact that I was an hour late to school. Every single one of the people that I saw this morning were probably in the same general location that they are every single morning, performing the same general activity; it’s just that I was just there today to witness it.
I do have a point to all my rambling. Thank you for staying with me this long to find out what it is. (And for those of you who gave up reading already: I don’t want you as readers anyhow. You can’t pay attention long enough!)
My point is this: Every single one of those fat people out there this morning inspired me. (Honestly, the one skinny chick that I saw did too. She was making running look easy. Some day, I hope to as well!) They were out there, doing it, making a difference in their health. They weren’t finding excuses or bemoaning their large derrieres. They weren’t hitting the snooze button for the eighteenth time. They were walking and enjoying it.
I didn’t walk this morning, but I did yesterday afternoon. I walked about 45 minutes and it felt good. I wanted to run. Honestly, I did, but I was too self conscious. All I could think about was others seeing me and thinking, “He must smell a cheeseburger.”
I know that I shouldn’t care. Who are these imaginary people after all? Screw them and their imaginary opinions!
Then I had another thought: What if the people who see me are fat people too? *gasp!* What if I inspire them? What if they see me and think, “That fat guy can do it, maybe I can too…”?
That would rock!
Tomorrow morning, I’m getting up and going for a walk before school. Heck, I might even try some of that running stuff, if just a little. I just need to remember one thing….
I am not a runner.