Saturday, January 06, 2007
Support systems. You gotta have 'em. You gotta be one for somebody else.
I signed on for the virtual walk over at The Ultimate Creator. Today I did 5 stinkin' honkin' miles on my elliptical machine. There was nothing good on TV that early. My choice was between the Magic Bullet infomercial, sports, sci-fi and news. Mostly I chose news, but after a while, you realize you're in a news loop. (And, not to be picky, but Saddam was not "hung," if you're talking about the noose around his neck. He was "hanged.") It got so bad I started watching the sci-fi movie, which is a genre that I've seen maybe twice in my life. Call it desperate for distraction.
So at 5 miles, I got off the machine by sort of collapsing to the right and lay there on my back wondering how I'm going to do the Indy mini that I signed up for in May. There's no way. Unless, as happened to one of my co-workers, I'm mistakenly assigned to the disabilities section of the race, where, if I'm lucky, someone in a wheelchair will take pity on me, sling me over his lap and carry me across the finish line. It's my only hope.
Anyway, I'm lying there, and who do you think comes along but my support system? She plopped down as close to me as she could on her back as if she were thinking, "This activity is the greatest. You are brilliant! I don't know exactly why we're doing this, but if you're doing it, so am I. And by the way, it's time to touch up your roots. I'm only telling you because I'm looking out for you; I'm your support system."
Next time: Support Systems, Illustration B, How I Shopped with my Mom at "The Wiggery."