*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!