Last weekend, I went to the Y at a different time. There was a family on the track that I’ve seen occasionally over the years. It was a woman with her parents (and sometimes her kids). The woman and her father walked together; her mother would take off on her own. This past week, her mother still walked on her own. The woman and her father still walked together, but this time the father was using a walker.
It occurred to me that I had been looking in the wrong direction for role models at the Y. Like many people, I have a tendency to get discouraged when people lap me on the track, when I look over to the toned folks lifting weights and looking like pretzels as they do yoga.
But that’s not the only way to think about it. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look good. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating all our bodies can do. In fact, since the Olympic Trials began, I have been running three miles on the track instead of my usual two. But at some point, our bodies are going to fail us.
That’s where the man on the track comes in. He could have stayed at home in his recliner. No one would have blamed him. But he’s decided to do what he can still do. And that is still walking on the track, even if he needs a little help.
That is what I want to do. I want to keep going, even if it’s not what I once could do. So, I smiled at the woman and her father, and silently thanked him for being a role model.