Last night we went back to our normal place to walk. It was much nicer.
We only saw two other people the whole time. One was a shirtless man who was running, but did manage a friendly, "Hello!" as he passed. Another was a girl on a bike who not only managed a hello, also commented on what a cute dog I have.
It was much better.
Also? Even though it's on a trail, it's a greenway and there are paths that go many different ways. We took a tough path and climbed up a hill. It was hard, but it made me feel good. Like maybe I can do something. Like there ain't no mountain high enough to keep me from...I don't know. You.
Boy Child said, when we were almost done, "Remember that woman yesterday, mom? Who was talking about your a-s-s?"
So he had heard. Hmm.
"Yep," I said.
"Here's how she was," he jutted his stomach out so he looked about sixteen months pregnant and then began dragging his feet as he trudged along.
"Ooh! Look at me!" he mocked. "I'm feelin' the burn! I've burned one carb! Now I'm going to Taco Bell and get a Nacho platter!"
I suppose I should have told him that it's not nice to make fun of people. That even if people are bitches to us, we should be a bigger person and suck it up and not let it bother us. That, clearly, those women had some self-esteem issues.
But I didn't do any of that.
I laughed until my sides hurt.
I'm probably going to hell.