Part of my current health kick involves walking. I've bought new tennis shoes, sports bras, and yoga pants. I unearthed my old ipod and filled it with JT and The Black Keys. Momma isn't playin' this time, peeps.
Bart is encouraging for the most part, but still grumbles about me walking alone. "You just never know, Lori. Some crazy person could just nab you!" I roll my eyes and assure him that the two classes of Karate I took at college will suffice.
Today I sat off on my morning walk and was immediately attacked.
They buzzed my ears and flew into my sunglasses. The little minions dive bombed me over and over again. I'm sure I looked quite comical as I drunk walked up a hill while flailing my arms all around my head.
Not quite the look I was going for.
The strongest platoon of gnats was at the very top of the tallest hill. I actually broke into a slight jog (complete with said flailing arms) to try and get away. That's how serious this was, folks. These jerks actually got me to run.
I looked something like this:
I continued on, fighting the fight. I caught little breaks now and then, but the battle still raged. I looped back around and saw in the distance that huge hill. Those little devils were waiting on me, I was sure if it.
As I neared the top of the hill I suddenly saw movement out of the corner of my eye. A tall man was walking across the yard. He held something tightly in his hand, and he was bee-lining straight towards me.
This is it.
Stranger Danger!!! Help!!
My mind suddenly went into Karate self-defense mode. My muscles tensed, I pulled out my ear bud, and started to raise my hands in front of my chest. I was straight-up ninja. I wasn't going down without a fight, by George.
Within seconds he was upon me and opening his hand. I gasped as I turned my gaze into what was inside...
"I, uh, saw you battling those gnats earlier. They say this stuff really helps keep them off of you. Here..."
And then that sweet gentleman gave me his bottle. I didn't even hesitate. I dumped some vanilla in my palm, and I spread it all over my head and neck. Desperate times, desperate measures.
I handed the bottle back to him and smiled. I thanked him and continued on my way.
After that the gnats were all, "RETREAT!!" and I was all, "Suck it, Minions!!" I swear I had a little more bounce in my step as I finished my walk.
It's the little things, friends. Random acts of kindness. It may come in the form of a hug, a helping hand, or sometimes even a bottle of vanilla.