In my effort to lose weight without actually changing what I eat, I’ve decided to walk more. I did a few trial walks on the weekend when I don’t have to worry about the time. I walked from my house to Wholly Ground, then I walked from my house to Blockbuster and back. Both of these locations are so close to the church that I knew I could walk to work in about 45 minutes. I planned to do this earlier in the week a few times, but I kept oversleeping. This morning I woke up in plenty of time, so I decided to make it happen.
As I prepared my mind for this undertaking, I was also planning out my clothing ensemble for the day. I never quite got over the desire to wear the outfit that I couldn’t find the shirt for on Tuesday. I found the shirt and picked out appropriate shoes and jewelry to match. Everything was going great.
I slipped on my silver strappy high-heeled sandals, and I thought, “Should I wear sneakers and just bring these with me?” “No, I can make it. I’m tough,” was my answer to myself.
I quickly planned in my head my route. It’s pretty much a straight shot, but I wanted to make sure I was safe and cool. I decided when I would make my crosses and what side of the road would be shadiest. I noticed buildings I had never paid attention to when I’m in my car. I waved at a family that was walking on the other side of the street.
About halfway to work I realized that the shoe choice was a big mistake. When I reached the big intersection of Main Street and Highway 52, I could feel the liquid squishing inside the blisters forming on the bottoms of my feet. As I approached the far end of the church parking lot, a gold-toothed man on a motorcycle asked what a beautiful woman like me was doing walking this morning. I said, “I’m going to work, and I work at a church.” That was enough for him, and he drove away. I was thankful because if he had offered, I might have taken a ride from him, and my life might have gone in a whole new direction.
Next time I will wear the sneakers.