I had to get gas before going to work yesterday. I thought it was going to be a good day because these high school kids held the door for me when I went into the station to pay and the clerk held the door for me on the way out. As I was pumping my gas, a middle school aged kid who was with his mom offered to help me (I declined) and after I was done and transferred to my car, a guy opened his car door and offered to help me (I declined this offer as well). It was a nice morning weather wise and I had things under control. Chivalry is NOT dead! I was happy that 4 people helped me or offered to help me. I tweeted about it. I thought that it was a good sign given that it was “Walking Wednesday” #23.
I felt pretty good all day. It wasn’t until I get to Barwis and Brett comes out to help me that both of my legs tightened up, my right leg especially. That’s not a good sign! Phil stretched me out and said that I felt tighter. I stood a couple of times and it was really difficult. My right leg didn’t want to join the party. Phil lowered the bar to the height of my crutch handles and it was even harder. I finally was able to stand but I wasn’t impressed with it. Then Phil calls Lindsay over and it was time to walk. Let’s do this thing!
I stood and couldn’t get any steps off so I sat and looked at Phil and shook my head and told him, “First is the worst.” But it was going to be okay. I stood again and got 7 yards. For my 2nd down I got like 2 yards and collapsed. My 3rd down, I got three more. So I was at 12 yards and one more down to go. Phil stretched my right leg out really well. I stood and waited. I tried to take a step. I sat instead and sent out the field goal unit.
I wasn’t TOTALLY bummed out about 12 yards; only a little. But then I thought of that Tanzanian proverb that I constantly retweet. “Little by little, a little becomes a lot.” Okay. I’ll take it. Then, I could hear this Gavin DeGraw song in my head. I tried “joystick”ing Phil but he pulled his fist away. He took me out to my car and I got in ALL BY MYSELF. He needed to help me with my legs though. I asked if 12 yards was okay and he said that , “12 was good.” At least I got 1 conversion. I put my fist out and he grabbed it and gave it a shake, yelled “joystick” and called me a name in a sing-song Adam Sandler voice. Ah well, he got me; but this is NOT over!
TOTAL YARDAGE = 251 and 2 steps