My friend Sharon and I went for a walk around our local lake to improve our health but in truth, to solve problems. Loping around a lake, passing strollers with strollers, and dodging duck doo-doo, we moved like two fillies set loose in a meadow with tall grass.
I must add that Sharon is about 5’9” and a stately blond. Her stride is two of mine. I had to double-step to keep up. I might add again that I am a petite fake brunette but still look pretty good ( or so the retired men in their 80’s tell me…)
At the end of the what I thought was our 2.5 mile loop of the lake, our conversation was not finished.
” and so, Sharon, the best way to deal with a husband is to detach…at times…of course…let go of our
sexpectations expectations. Let him be who he is and we will be who we are…” I philosophized, hoping to take my own advice when I found Hizzoner working again.
” Cheri, why that is sage advice,” Sharon observed. “But putting such a Buddhist twist on things so personal…well…I’ll try it,” she conceded. And I, too, hoped to take my own advice.
We approached the pathway that led to the parking lot but instead of turning right, Sharon lurched left, and like an excited racehorse on the rail, I had no choice but to stay with her, lest I end up with a nose full of mud and in last place.
“Aren’t we going to our cars?” I suggested, inhaling.
“We are not done solving our husbands’ problems, Cheri,” Sharon stated without missing a step and charging on toward the back side of the lake where the reeds and tules wave like Argentinean pampas grasses.
By the end of the second lap, my thighs were burning but then, so was the conversation.
We made it to the cars and while catching my breath, Sharon reached into her blouse and there, attached to her bra, was a small gadget. Was it a microphone?
“See, Missy, we walked 7700 steps!”
I drove straight to the sporting goods store and bought a $59.95 gizmo called the Fitbit Zip.
Today, I have walked 8500 steps and only have 1500 to reach my daily goal of 10,000 steps per day.
Sharon, we need to solve more of our husbands’ problems next Monday, OK?