2nd Monday Morning NSV-The little old man.

So I force myself to go to the workout place, even though I don't feel like it. At. All. Then I start immediately on the stairs with the idea that I must strengthen my thighs as they are my largest fastest growing muscle and shifting that fat to muscle ratio should help my metabolism, if not my strength soon.

At some point while on the stairs a group of bouncy mom's who workout together come up on the stairs to jog up them and bounce down making it look as easy as pie. I try to ignore this and work a) within my limits and b) on what I meant to which is slow and controlled stepping up to fully utilize the muscle group I'm working on and watch my form/posture as well. During my ignoring of the them, one of them blurts out "why do people do that" to which her friend responds by running leaps and bounds ahead of her to be out of the way should crossfire ensue since she at least is aware that I was within earshot, and yes...have ears. I still ignored it and stayed my course as I realized this is how some people get other people out of their way, but I was here first and one person's workout is not more important than another's just because it's different or bouncier, or easier for them. Eventually they bounced off to their next activity but not before mouthy girl stays behind when her friend leaves at the first opportunity and makes a show of posturing herself to try to intimidate me. Not gonna work.

Later, after I make my way back to the stairs again (I take walking breaks when I just can't go on) I am bored with stairs and whenever I get bored of anything, I get silly to entertain myself. So I started walking in a way that shakes my *kitten* a little more than necessary but it's fun, and I was a dancer so any dancers out there might relate. This is my final round with the stairs and suddenly a little old man walks up the stairs behind me and says "I wish I could do that!" as he passes. I then realize, what a waste that quasi-exchange with those other women was. I AM GLAD I can do this because not that long ago, I couldn't do even this. Not even a few times. Awhile before that, there was a time I wouldn't have even been able to walk to the stairs much less up them. I should be grateful that I can even walk, because for a time I couldn't. So as I watched this little man walk/shuffle away with difficulty I realized, I am far ahead of myself. Of where I was before. And where I might have been one day if I hadn't started on this path. And that's good enough. It has to be.