My bedroom is on the third floor and looks down on an interurban trail. Sometimes watching people is better than a repeat of The Big Bang Theory. Some people shamble along the path like zombies. Some walk like maniacs, talking to themselves or yelling at the sky and are reminders not to walk the trail at night. A lot of runners and insanely healthy looking people use the trail. The other day a woman was running along, shadowboxing, and exercising her bad self. She was like me, on the hefty side of chubby. I admired her jogging and fierce face as she jabbed her fists and arms out in front of her. I almost yelled through my open window
“YOU GO GIRL!”
but then thought she might see me, remember which house is mine, knock down the front door and shadowbox the shit out of me.