The indoor track at the North Domingo Baca Multigenerational Center has become my go to location for walking when hiking or other cardio exercise does not happen outside. Many of the same people gather each evening to run, walk, jog, or otherwise move around the track.
Some people intimidate me. Some run. Some walk. Some jog. Some do all three. Each person laps me again and again and again. They are nice, but they move far faster than I ever have or will.
Some people inspire me to gratitude. We walk at a similar pace. They challenge me to do better, Keeping up with them leads me to increase my speed and enhance my workout.
Some people elicit awe and absolute respect. They are my sheroes and heroes.
The older man who makes his way slowly and steadily around the track using forearm crutches. His partner who accompanies him every trip around the track.
The younger woman who pushes a walker with a seat as she completes lap after lap. Her partner who follows a step behind her, allowing her to make the journey on her own but always at hand if the need arises.
So far, I have managed to restrain myself from cheering when my sheroes and heroes arrive. But always I tear up at their courage and grace. And always I give thanks for them.
“God hopes we don’t approach the gift of our unity out of begrudging obligation, but that by God’s grace, we will embody our unity from a spiritual posture of joy and awe, amazed at how wonderfully God has made us one.”
Along the Graybeard Trail 