After a long hiatus, I am attempting to return back to my blog. While I will, at some point, reflect on why I didn't continue to blog, at least, for now, I want to put my thoughts down on what prompted me to pick up the cyber-pen and write this post.
I have been encouraged to write about my journey towards better fitness. While I don't really think that my story is compelling, others seem to think, more than I do, that there may be more merit in penning my experiences. This may still be seen but I need to speak about my observations of late.
At least twice a week, I travel through the 14th Street connector tunnel between the F train stop on Sixth Avenue and the 1 train on Seventh Avenue. I am a quick walker but not with as rapid tempo as others. Still, I pass up fellow commuters on my way through the tunnel. Twice in the past two weeks, I have noticed plus-size women negotiating the somewhat long tunnel. Their steps are without spring and they sway, almost waddle, side-to-side. Their gait was, at one time, my gait; one lumbering step after another. As I pass them by, I just want to reach out to them and tell them that it can get better, if they want "it" to get better. But, then, I hold myself back and mind my own matters as I stride ahead. Who am I to make comments to a stranger? Would I have wanted that kind of attention? One young woman was even shrouded in black from head-to-toe and noticeably pulling her shoulders inward, as if to say "don't notice me although you have no choice but to notice me". I feel for these ladies; I am no expert, only a person who has applied the wisdom lighted upon me by others. Don't I have an obligation to pass on what I have learned? Yet, would I have wanted someone to point out the painfully obvious to me, however well-intentioned? I would have to say....NO!
I am sad for others who have not yet committed to their own journey. I can only lead by example and to be true to myself.
