I’m at the age where a trip to the grocery qualifies as exercise. All those rows and rows of everything, the heavy milk jugs, and have you seen the cereal aisle? They’ve got 260 choices! Exhausting!
The best part was checking out. After I pulled a muscle in my wallet from seeing the total, I glanced outside and noted the torrential downpour. Flash flood warning! I assured My Lovely Wife and Life Partner Lois, “Don’t worry about a thing, honey. I’ll get the car and pick you up at the door.”
I’m a hero like that.
The car was easily 50 yards of parking lot from the store, but no trouble. I confidently reminded her, “I can still run. You may wonder about that, but wonder no more. I can run like the wind.”
“I’m sure you can.”
So off I went. Sprinting through the pouring rain, splashing through the puddles, all the way out to the car, asking myself the entire time, “Are you sure about this?”
But I made it. Heavy sigh. No slips, no stumbles, no heart attack. I felt like a champ. It was the fastest I’d run since 2002 when I left my wallet on the roof of a cab in New York City.
But this time, I was soaked to my underwear.
I don’t know how impressed Lois was, but I know she was grateful. And helpful. Because as soon as she got in the car she pointed out we had an umbrella in the car the whole time.
Good information.