These things you do to me

Alright nerds, let’s get to it.

(Nerd, being of course, the highest honour I could ever bestow, so please don’t take it as an insult.)

Today I ate the most delicious of lunches – the grilled cheese sandwich and salad combination from Burgoo – only to have it pretty much destroy me for the rest of the afternoon.

(Goodness knows that we humans were not built for that much melted dairy. Thank sweet mother of pearl that my meal did in fact come with a green salad, as a good deal of roughage is more than necessary when eating en entire wheel of Gruyere.)

Anywho, I arrived back home feeling pretty wretched: my pants felt like they were glued to my legs, my sweater was itching the back of my neck, and overall I just felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and hot.

(And not in the sense that I am used to, what with my incredible good looks and overall nubile-ness. Nubile-ity?)

Either way, I figured the best thing to do to try and flush the excess cheese from my system was to get back outside and go for a run.

And this, folks, was hard.

Because all I really wanted to do wasjust  take off my pants and lie down on the couch for the remainder of my days.

Yet somehow I did manage to muster up enough energy to schlep myself upstairs, and slither into my running gear.

Once I took off all I could really think about was how much I was already looking forward to the run being over.

Nothing felt like it should – my legs felt heavy and my shirt too tight. Even my sweet new running playlist couldn’t break through my mental melancholy.

I figured I would run 5k and just be done with it. I had completed a very fast 7k yesterday, and an even faster 6k the day before, so today would just be a wash and I could start anew tomorrow.

However,once I got to the turnaround at 4k I decided at the last minute that I would do one more half loop and stop at the ‘work out area’ of the park and do a few resistance supersets (jump squats and chin-ups and the like.)

As soon as I arrived at the monkey bars I chastised myself for not just heading home. I absolutely hate strength training if I’m not giving it 100 per cent, and I had a pretty strong inkling that this time I would just be phoning it in.

However, I did give it a go, starting with the bars (Tough Mudder training!) before moving on to the next exercise. As I finished my first round of push-ups, an elderly gentleman approached and told me in his broken English how impressed he was with my efforts.

I was a little taken aback, what with how focused I was on the actual workout, that I never really formulated a coherent response to his words.

He continued on with his stretching and I continued with my circuit.

After my last set of chin-ups he approached again and asked me (while gesturing at the bar) “10? You 10?”

“8,” I replied breathless.

“8! Wow!” he exclaimed. “Very, very good!”

My heart nearly melted out of my chest.

With those five simple words, this man just completely turned my day around and I felt like my smile would force my face to crack in two.

“Thank you!” I exclaimed.

He smiled back.

As I finished up, he moved on to the balance beam, and I watched him stand for as long as he could on one foot, before switching to the other.

I made sure to wait until he turned around, so at the very least I could wave goodbye before I left.

For the last kilometer home I ran with a renewed gusto. I smiled at everyone I passed – runners, walkers, dogs, kids – everyone was gifted with my goofy, grinning face.

So I would like to thank that man.

For reminding me that we have the capacity to do so much good, even at the most simple and basic level.

And the next time I eat a grilled cheese sandwich I will think of him.

Which might be a little cheesey.

But that’s okay.

Especially if it comes with a salad.


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Vanessa Woznow

Writer, runner, ranter, reader. I write about all things.

14 thoughts on “These things you do to me”

  1. You are such a nerdy hoot – yes that is a compliment:) I did not truly realize what my body does for me until I experienced a pretty significant injury. The best part is I am loving my body again and that feels GREAT! Happy Weekend:)

    1. Haha, I take it as the HIGHEST compliment! Thank you! (I love nerds, truly!)

      I am so glad to hear that you are healthy and happy – doing all the amazing things that you do! :)

  2. Oh yes, been there! Greasy food has a way of killing all desire for exercise. And forcing yourself past that feeling is haaaaard. Did that yesterday, had a greasy breakfast, and felt it hours later when I was in TKD class. We had our fitness challenge and I kind of felt like throwing up. :(

      1. Uh, let me see… since I was ten so… 26 years. Wow, really adds up when you do the mass. Also impressed you know what TKD means. Most people need me to spell that acronym out.

  3. What an example of how each one of us can help the humanity by spreading a little bit of sunshine wherever corner of the world we are. Thanks.

  4. Random acts of kindness are THE BEST! I’m so glad that you were on the receiving end of one — I’m certain that you’ve been on the giving end more times than even you may know :)

    1. I really do always try and let people know when I think they’re doing something great/looking particularly spiffy. Everyone wants to know about stuff like that! :)

  5. Nubile-ity should totally be a word!
    And this makes me smile too. Amazing how powerful such a simple thing can be! And you, my friend, are a freaking BADASS with a workout routine like that!! All the prizes!

    1. Can we make it a word? I like it’s ring!

      Dawww, thanks dudette! I do what I can. It mostly just shows when I cart all my groceries up the hill after getting off skytrain. It’s slowly getting easier to carry bigger loads. Slowly!!

  6. i(this is one of those invisible-to-me replies, so bear with), but … i rad this WHENEVER you originally put it up, but (again, but) didn’t reply ’til now, ‘cuz this is a (a) succinct, funny, compleat post, especially with the salad.

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