Anyone taking bets on how many trail walks it would take before someone made a comment to me – the answer is four. Collect your winnings at the window. Fortunately, the comment was positive, or at least meant to be positive if somewhat patronizing by implication.
I was about 3/4 of the way done with my walk, crossing at the one crosswalk on the route, when a guy jogged past me and said, “It’s kind of a hot day for it, but you’re doing good.” Or something vaguely like that. I didn’t have my stenographer’s pad with me and I don’t know shorthand anyway.
Positive: Someone was commending me for the effort I put forth in exercising and seemed impressed/inspired by it.
Negative: Why is that so inspiring? Dude was not commending everyone he ran past on the path. Just because I’m fat does not mean I need to be treated like a special needs child. Hell, even special needs children probably don’t need to be treated like special needs children.
Just Weird: It really wasn’t that hot. Maybe 78 degrees and the path is mostly shaded. I hope the man never moves to Texas because he’d probably melt into a puddle by mid-July.
Conclusion: Either way, I decided to take it as a compliment and was grateful he wasn’t saying something like “Move over, fatty!”
Tangent: Do you ever wonder if you’ve made a guest appearance on someone’s blog and never known about it? The running man here has no idea he just got 5 seconds of fame on my blog and probably never will. It’s like wondering if I’ve ever been one of those headless fat people they show on TV news stories about obesity.