Today was my second day back in the gym I got busy and missed 827 days straight-but it’s all good I’m back and I brought my cellulite with me. Yesterday I worked out with two friends one of whom was 24 weeks pregnant. Right now make yourself a mental note to never, ever work out with a pregnant woman who is in shape and can bench press the combined weight of the six kids she already birthed-especially when you look like your about to drop a set of triplets and you’re not even pregnant. There is no wiggle room, no excuse that seems legit enough when the pregnant woman says ”will 100 pounds be O.K. on this machine” after she just whipped out about twenty reps at twice that weight while talking about feeding her children organic farm raised livestock meanwhile, you’re just trying not to throw up the sausage egg biscuit you ate at Waffle House-don’t judge me or Waffle House! The point I’m trying to make is this-I am now crippled. Despite this I am committed to strip the mushy, dimply layers of poofiness away to reveal the beast of an athlete underneath or at least look half as good as the avatar of me created by Natalie at Savoir Faire Media which you can see here. Clearly, my Avatar has been faithfully attending the gym.
Anywhoo, like I was saying I can barely walk so I went where all the other people who can barely walk who attend the gym go to-water aerobics. Not just any water aerobics, Zumba water aerobics! Now let me explain something to you right up front-I don’t dance-at all-as in it would take an entire semester to teach me the electric slide, as in my sister was a choreographer and kicked me out of her dance class (I forgive you and I’m also really glad I never had to frolic around with those hoops with streamers coming from them). Now, in all honesty I like water aerobics, some see it as the sport of the elderly but I see it as the class I can go to and without a doubt be the fittest, youngest, hottest, looking thing in a skirted bathing suit for miles- so yeah I’ll be back. Plus a little known fact about me is elderly people are my absolute favorite people group and I actually served two years as a nursing home chaplain.
Today however, wasn’t just my second day back at the gym, or just Wednesday today was a special day as it marked the 50th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s I Have a Dream Speech. I am a lover of inspired words of truth and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s heart was full of them and they flowed out of his mouth like a life giving stream. What does this have to do with my trip to the gym? Well let me tell you. I arrived early and was one of the first few people in the pool. There was nothing to do but swim around, observe my surroundings and chat with the few senior citizens in the pool who clearly were the best of buds. The one man in the pool at the time seemed especially happy to see me-I was working that one piece! ha-ha A few more trickled in all of them 60-80 years old at best. Then I noticed a very elderly white man, large in stature, we’ll call him Mr. “Bill” slow and painfully making his way down the pool steps, so painfully in fact I wanted to offer help but I dare not insult his manhood. I smiled, he smiled back and I continued to wait for class. Then I caught a glimpse of it. You can always see it if you’re looking. You can see it even when the media tries to drown it out, you can see it even when experience tries to taint it, you can see it even when poverty pimps and racial pot stirrers try to distort the view, you can always catch a glimpse of it if you’re looking, a glimpse of THE DREAM reflected in the shadow of today. I glimpsed it when 80 year old Mrs. “Jewel” who was moving tentatively, painfully, down the stairs, they were her nemesis, at least they were until Mr. ”Bill” hobbled over, lifted her into his arms like a man carrying his bride over a threshold she wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her to the spot she selected in the pool and set her down ever so gently. Only moments later I glimpsed it again in the hot tub directly across from the pool I noticed a middle age physically handicapped white woman with extreme difficulty in walking and a young black man with perfectly polished pectorals and wash board abs (hey I’m a designer I have a keenly observant eye). As the woman went to exit the hot tub he chivalrously extended his hand and guided her safely out.
“Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.” Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Today as in many times before I saw a glimpse, a shadow, of what was and is Dr. MLK’S Dream, it doesn’t mean we live in a world free of injustice but it does mean that the work he and many others did long before I was born affords us all a glimpse of THE DREAM today. You can always see it if you’re looking.
Speaking of Dreams- this is my first ever blog post! You will see others preceding this one but that’s because my awesome graphic designer posted them for me to give me a little jump start!
Thanks for Dreaming and Scheming with me,