“Let’s walk,” says my friend.
I start to say, “It’s cold. Let’s drive.”
Conversation in my head
OK. Let’s walk.
The sun comes out for the first time in a week. She points out daisies in the grass.
Another day, it’s pouring rain, so naturally I drive. A friend shows up in a snazzy neon jacket, leggings and a dress, ruddy cheeked and smiling. She bicycled and she looks great. Could have been me. Should have.
Sunday morning, hunched over the laptop and the man of the house says, “I’m going for a walk. Want to come?”
We walk seven miles. It’s cold and foggy, but doesn’t take long to warm up. We see brave souls getting ready for the polar plunge fundraiser for the Special Olympics. If that doesn’t make one feel wimpy …
2012 Polar Plunge, photo by KVAL
Ten weeks to go. Life and love might pull me over the finish line, in spite of myself.
(Update on the quest to commute, powered by muscle, 104 times in 52 weeks. Week 40: walked 2x, bicycled zero. Week 41: walked 2x, bicycled zero. Week 42: walked 2x, bicycled zero. Start date and end date: April 15. Grand total: 95, 11 in the bank).