Excuses

There is a gentleman in our neighborhood that operates a motorized wheelchair using a mouthpiece. I see him all around town. I’ve noticed him watching the golfers at our local club, I’ve seen him at music venues with his wife, and he spends hours tooling around on our many bike/running paths. On days when it’s bloody hot, I see him resting under a shade tree for some relief, but he’s out there.

I’ve also been watching the Paralympics. Those women and men are amazing. Not only are they tremendous athletes, they succeed in spite of their differently-abled bodies.

I tell you all this because I am embarrassed. When the weather is blistering hot, I don’t run. I try to get outside before the heat sets in, but if I’m too late, I’m out. I may go for a short walk, but only because my pup requires it. (Even she doesn’t like the heat.) Did I mention there are two gyms within walking distance of my home, and a friend has a dreadmill in her basement that she offers carte blanche? I really have no excuse.

On days when I am reminded how challenging life can be for some people, I count my blessings and thank the Lord for my good health and able body. I appreciate all I’ve been given, but evidently not enough to get my sorry butt off the couch and out the door. Maybe when it’s cooler!