Hard to believe, but this is the 600th published post on my humble little blog. When I started in December 2013, I could easily imagine myself fizzling out before I made triple digits. Apparently I have had a lot more to say and many more tales to share than originally anticipated. The journey of writing about my life seems as full of twists and turns and dramas and happy ongoings as any life we each live. To celebrate 600 posts, a little story from my recent vacation.
We ended up changing hotels and wound up at an Extended Stay America in Redmond, Washington. It was not a terrible place – actually quite quiet and full of business travelers working or training or doing something at the Microsoft campus directly across the street. The bed was uncomfortable to me – I actually like a bed that does not feel like a plywood plank – but it was nice having a kitchenette and an apartment sized refrigerator.
In keeping with my exercise goals, I had a set of stretchy bands (mine) and loops borrowed from trainer J. One of the things he taught me to do with the stretchy loops was what he refers to as the “monster walk” which is essentially walking forward, backward, and sideways with the band kept taut around the ankles, stretching out as you take steps, and keeping the upper body straight and still. It’s much harder than it looks and sounds, but I was determined to do this every day of our stay. Since our hotel room was not ideal (only about 8 steps across), I took to monster walking each morning up and down the long hallway right outside our room.
On the same floor was a young family with 2 little boys. From their window they watched me walk by the first time (going forward) and then came outside to observe more closely, especially when I was going backwards. I very quickly developed a following. The boys began to mimic my movements while asking all sorts of curious questions about the “inter tube” on my ankles. I explained that it was designed to make my legs stronger, and they told me very seriously that it was good I was in training to be prepared for the zombie apocalypse. The littler one was so charmed by the idea that he was very quickly declaring he wants to be like trainer J when he grows up, telling adults how to make their legs stronger to run away from zombies. It was both terrifying (talking zombies with a 4 year old?) and adorable.