Tonight, I ran on the hotel treadmill, instead of running outside, in the beautiful weather, into the colorful sunset. Why? I don't know.
As I entered the tiny workout closet, I noted that I was the only one in the room. I turned on the basketball game, turned on my music, and started running. Out of the corners of my eyes, I noticed 2 other people running with me.
It began to be distracting so I casually turned my gaze straight ahead, into the entire mirrored wall. I then turned to my left and lost my orientation in the other entire mirrored wall.
I tried to go back to watching the game, but I was mesmerized by my reflection. No matter how much weight I lose or how toned I get, my body does not show it.
To pass the running time, I started really looking at myself, trying to see what others see. I have spent my whole life avoiding my reflection. I have perfected the glance-roll-eyes-and-go move.
I have never LOOKED at myself.
I started at my face and moved down to my feet. I probably should have cringed at the sight, but instead I was whisked away into "my life story".
I saw two spiral curls on top of my head that did a trampoline "double bounce" every time my feet landed. They looked like broken, unraveling bunny ears. I have thick unruly hair, and it matches my personality perfectly.
The longer I ran, my skin shade turned from white, to pink, to a light sunburn shade. Sadly, I had a few years in high school and college, when I thought a tan would make me pretty. I am thankful I realized in my late 20s that my shading is perfect for me. I am not without blemishes, but the sun damage is minimal.
My face is round and will always be round, supporting my wild hair, my grumpy expressions, and providing amusement. It is rare that I get an involuntary real smile, but when someone is able to extract it from me, my cheeks fill out and block my vision.......making me laugh at the absurdity....creating a bigger smile.
My full and sagging chin/neck identify me as a Kennedy. My maternal grandmother, her sisters, her brother, and my mother have the same chin/neck. A family story tells about my mother's aunt strapping saran wrap under her face to hold up the hereditary droop, for a family picture.
My profile presents my odd nose, but it is my maternal grandfather's odd nose. It reminds me how he would listen without response to all the chaos around him, puff on his pipe, wipe the end of his nose with one finger, and grunt a laugh or grumble, as his opinion.
My full upper arms and upper body were developed during the years I swam, and they remind me of all the years of picking up my special needs students and my own large babies! I have great upper body strength.
My firm calves and skinny ankles made me audibly giggle. They are the only evidence that I am a runner.
My thighs......my thighs....
As I looked at my thighs, I tried to see some of my life history in them. I had a thought on the tip of my brain, but I could not think of what my thighs could remind. So I looked at them intently, and it hit me.
They look like two baked potatoes.
The family album project was over. My brain was flooded with thoughts of loaded baked potato, baked potato with French Onions on top, twice baked potato, potato soup......
The run was over. I hopped off the treadmill and hurried to the shower.....ready to eat!