Sixteen months into this pandemic and I’m in the worst physical condition of my life. I’ve resolved to take daily walks. My low bar is around the block, if that feels good I move toward a mile. I’m happy when I have the motivation to start.
Two days ago I had gone one block uphill, and was on the block downhill. It was about 8 pm, still before sunset (at 8:30!) As I reached the corner, a guy on a bike pedaled by. He was muttering. All I heard was the f-bomb he dropped every three words. Nothing like the fricative sound of f and the hard k sound to carry on a breeze.
Now, I am an expressive person. I may have looked startled. His reaction was to spin a wide circle in the intersection and come around again to expose me to a second earful. Up to this point in my walk I had seen only one couple who dashed for their car. Currently, I saw no one else around.
I took my stand. As he rode by me spouting profanities, I began to sing loudly. He biked by quickly and did not look back. As he turned the second corner, the spell was lifted and several people walked into view. I kept singing and walked happily home, empowered by the music.
What’s your anthem? –Rebecca
Here’s one I love: