For the last five months, I’ve ridden my bike to class most days. Periodically, along the way, I’d see the same elderly woman walking along Cleveland Avenue, as though she was on her way somewhere (rather than just out for a stroll). I was always curious, but since I was on my way to class, I couldn’t stop to chat with her. But I always made a point to wish her a “good morning.”
Now that class is out, I’m making a point to get to the gym a couple of times a week. So far, I’ve gone twice, to workout and swim. And both times, that woman has been there.
Now she’s a *real* inspiration.