Drumroll, please.... I did it! It's day 12 and I finally walked to work. Truth be told, it was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I did not come out of the ordeal unscathed: a few war-wounds (blisters) from my untried and untrue Wal-mart boots. I suppose the lesson there is you get what you pay for, right. I guess that little saying could apply to my predicament overall, couldn't it?! I kept close track of the time- one hour almost to the minute. You mathematicians out there could help me with a few calculations- how many calories did I actually burn? Feel free to round up.
I started my journey bundled up with enough layers to clothe all of Detroit: hat, gloves, shirt, sweatshirt, two bras (to prevent bouncing,) etc.... 2 blocks into it and I am already peeling off the layers (bras remained in tact- I don't like too much bouncing). Apparently 20 degrees with an elevated heart rate does not require full snow gear. Once I found the proper clothing-to-output ratio, I settled in to my pace and began to realize a few things. First and foremost, I desperately need to invest in some new music for my I-Pod. Keeping time to such a sorry playlist including Justin Timberlake and Mariah Carey was not adding any spring to my step. Then the realizations went one level deeper: When the hell did I ever like that music? What meaning did it ever hold in my life? The biggest realization came when I caught myself not just peeking into strangers' windows, but downright leering. I never fully allowed myself so much voyeristic pleasure until that walk. The dim light from the smog in the air afforded me the ability to see right inside all of the houses. I think what I may have been looking for was a glimpse of Mr. Right, but of course he was working. Instead I was mostly greeted by Fido barking furiously at me as I stared at him or FeeFee meowing at me as if to say, "what the hell are you doing walking in those cheap boots to that stupid music?"
F**k FeeFee. Blisters and all, it was a pleasureable experience with minimal bouncing. What's next...public transportation? Maybe Mr. Right takes the bus.
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First to comment... Yes! Ok, Mae. Love the blog! You are a natural writer. So sorry about the unfortunate circumstance, but this has such a "Julie and Julia" quality about it. I smell a book deal in your future. This totally bites for you, but I bet you will drop a few lbs. in the process and we'll all be wishing we walked to work, too. This is definitely "go to lunch material." Hey, I could pick you up and drop you off at work. One less day, right?
ReplyDeleteLove you.