10.12.04 This summer, Ilana and I developed a walking routine. Every morning, we would meet in the hallway (she is my landlord, upstairs neighbour and yes, we share a name) and gossip while increasing our heart rate and choosing dream houses.
We sometimes felt like suburban moms on a power walk, but thankfully we rarely ran into anyone we knew. We had intended to run but ailing body parts got in our way. It was great though, it's always nice to start your day outside and getting active. We even managed to kiss our winter weights goodbye...
On our last outing, we were huffing it through a really nice neighbourhood near Casa Loma (Hillcrest Village I believe) when we passed an older man, sporting a belly and grimy wifebeater, standing on his balcony talking to his neighbour. Upon spotting us he felt the need to yell: "You Ladies Look So Squeezable!"
We literally gasped (in unison of course,) and started walking faster. We were shocked. Squeezable? How rude. It motivated us to up our efforts a notch as we sped away disgusted. It quickly became kinda funny.
Feeling too squeezable this morning after a weekend of pies and ice cream, I went for a walk/run this morning and it feels great. Casa Loma looks fantastic glowing in the morning sunlight. Staring at the towers as I puff my way up the stairs two at a time, I always feel as though I have been transplanted into a fairytale.