So . . . I finally dragged myself to the gym last week, making my debut at 4:30 one afternoon. I walked in to see masses of college students working out on treadmills, lifting weights, running on the track. . . . Eek!
At least I have pretty shoes.
I began to walk around the track. But clever-me, I first plugged my headphones into my phone, and pulled up Mozart on my Pandora App. I wonder if these youngsters know I can figure this out?!
As I watched (and felt) these college students fly around me, mother-thoughts crept over me: Are you balancing your exercise with healthy eating? Are you getting enough sleep? Making time for friends?
I wonder if some students had thoughts of their own, such as: Who is this annoying middle-aged woman with the really blue shoes who can’t stay in the inside lane?
I tried to grin and hold my head up and keep walking in circles. Then I started to see.
A young man skipping (!) at the other end of the track. Big grin.
Another young man sitting by the pool below the track and engrossed in deep conversation with a young woman. Not much of a grin.
A woman ahead of me with her arm in a sling. Lots of grimacing.
Each person a story.
Think I’ll come back to the gym. Maybe tomorrow. Something fascinating about going around in circles and feeling all mixed up in the human story.
Thank you, friend, for choosing to be mixed up in my story. Know that I am grateful.
“Every time your name comes up in my prayers, I say, ‘Oh, thank you, God!’ ” (Philemon 1:4, The Message)