Look At Me, I’m Sandra B.*

*Sung to the tune of Look At Me, I’m Sandra Dee, the catchy Stockard Channing ditty from 1978’s Grease.*

However, the Sandra who I know and am fond of, Sandra B., is likely not “lousy with virginity” considering that she has five adult children and several grandbabies, but I digress . . .

Sandra B., who I have now known for nearly five years, is a woman I not only respect and appreciate, but I admire her and aspire to be like her in one particular way.  Sandy is the epitome of the expression:


Sandy is a REAL runner!  <~~BTW, this is not me downplaying my abilities, but I am describing her this way to provide some insight into my perspective and image of her.  Sandy has been running for years and years and years; a “leisurely” eight-ish miles is how she begins most days, and I doubt she even breaks a sweat, tbh.  As seasoned and capable a runner as she is, from day one, Sandra B. has been one of my supporters.  When running 1/4 mile non stop was an accomplishment, when I finished my first 5k, even though I walked most of it, and when I did my first Torch Run and had to ride part of the way in the struggle bus, Sandy was supportive, encouraging, and motivating.  When I entered my first Dempsey Challenge 10K in 2016, I kept pace with Sandy and her sister for the first mile or so, and I use the term “kept pace with” loosely; when they finished long before me, they waited for me at the finish line.  When Sandy and I went running in the park together a few times last summer, during breaks, and the heat was so oppressive that I had to walk, she never once made me feel bad about myself, nor did she make me feel like I was holding her back.

Sandy is a force to be reckoned with as far as fitness and athleticism, but in addition to this, she is truly a model of empowerment.  I wish to and strive to be that person to others.  I doubt that Sandy envisions herself in the same manner that I visualize her, but I hypothesize that nobody sees themselves from the viewpoint of others.

Last week, while in my office, I overheard a colleague say that she didn’t want to go for a walk outside because it was torrentially raining.  I stuck my head out from my doorway and told her that I was going to go downstairs and use the gym if she wanted to join me.  She exclaimed, “No way!” and indicated that she can’t keep up with me; as of late, she’s been pushing herself harder and harder to get her 10k steps in before she goes home for the day, and I always give her an attaboy for her efforts.

Just this week, I received an email from my best friend, Callie, that reads, “You are the only reason I have been pushing myself.  If not for you, I would have been much lazier this summer 🙂 Glad to have you beside me :)!”

Holy shit!  I’m someone’s Sandy!

Author: Idiosyncratic Unicorn

I don't exactly dance to the beat of my own drum, but there is that pesky drumline following me around :) I am quirky and accepting of such. I am clumsy and not so accepting of such. I am compassionate, friendly, driven, motivated, organized, perhaps a bit selectively obsessive-compulsive, always shy, sometimes self-conscious, vibrant, creative, affable, a perfectionist, optimistic, probably annoyingly enthusiastic, and slightly neurotic regarding to-do lists. Hobbies: I am an avid snail mailer and pen pal extraordinaire, a runner, bibliophile, musician, crafter, and a novice blogger. My favorite things in life: CUPCAKES, running, books, and knee socks. Currently striving to be the best me I can be!

5 thoughts on “Look At Me, I’m Sandra B.*”

  1. I love that you’re someone’s motivator to be fit – when we have this in life, it is so helpful. I haven’t hit 10,000 steps in a while, except when I have been in walking-friendly cities (not my own) lately, and I’m on foot all day. But I’m planning on getting out and hiking as much as possible for the rest of the summer once I’m back home from my work trip. (heatherknits / swap-bot)


  2. I love reading stories like this. It’s a great example of the differences we make in each other’s lives without realizing it. More often than not, it is the smaller things we do for each other that makes a bigger impact. In both cases, Sandra B for you, and then again with you and your coworker, the thing that stands out to me is the consistency of support. No big cheering section was necessary, but more of a regular encouragement to keep going. It reads like it was the belief in one another that made the difference. For most goals we set out for ourselves, that is all that is needed for us to cross the finish line.

    Something I always liked about running marathons, is that unless you are aiming for first place, the only competition you have as you run is with yourself. How good can you do? Can you run for one more quarter mile? Did you refuse to give up? As long as you finished and did the best you could do, you won the race. Next time, you can set different goals for yourself and go for those. Maybe it’s try to shave some off your final time. Perhaps it’s to run a half mile at a time instead of a quarter mile. However your goals fall, I hope you keep pushing on to get them.


  3. So, you are definitely my Sandy too. I love that you’ve given attention to the strong women in your life, but if it weren’t for meeting you a couple of years ago and exchanging that accountability swap, I wouldn’t still be striving. Unfortunately, the medication I’m on for my Fibro has cause weight gain, but I’ve never stopped trying to at least meet some fitness and nutrition goals – and when I back slide, I eventually get up again. Your journey has been inspiring to watch, to be part of, and I credit you all the way for getting me to where I am mentally. Thank you.

    (Swap-Bot: Blog Swap – August//@renmagpie)


    1. Awww, so much love to you, my dear. You’re amazing, and I am always here to help whenever I can. Knowing all that you go through and knowing you work through it, that helps me to keep getting up after I backslide myself. You inspire me ❤


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