me at the gym
Just after a pretty good run- I plunked down beside an old acquaintance in the gym to stretch.
I used to see this woman who is around my age, at church a long time ago when I was a married brunette. I have seen her since here and there, but often when we are on machines and plugged in to music.
First thing that shocked me-
We were talking about something going on in my life and she said ” What does your husband think about that ?”
Somehow she is the last person on earth who does not know.
It made me think of when no one knew, then some knew, then I didn’t know who knew, then I wished everyone knew, then I didn’t care who knew. And then, strangest of all -I forgot what I knew.
I had to tell. This is something I had not done in a long time. Then I had to answer some long forgotten questions “how are your kids (in that context), how are you, how was that for you, how do you manage, how do you feel ?”.
It was so cool.
Of course she apologised for intruding and I said not at all and that I loved it. I am weird that way.
But I had to go up to the attic of my brain by stairs that were strong but hard to pull down, under the cobwebs, beyond the stuff, to the back shelf – and even then I felt like I was talking about something that belonged to an old friend.
Anyway then she began doing something that shocked me even more
– the splits–
“Do you mind if I take a picture of that and pretend it is me and post it?’