The Walkers

October 14, 2009

So we have these two ladies at work, not sure what division they are in, but they like to take noontime walks around the perimeter of our building.  They literally lace up their sneaks and walk a few laps inside the building and consider this their mid-day workout.  They are not just casually strolling, but speed walking like those old ladies do to get exercise.  Does anyone else find this amusing?  I didn’t notice them until Laura one day about a year ago started making sly comments everytime they sped by our cubes….”oh, I hear The Walkers coming.”   I mean, I wish you guys could see this.   They are usually chatting it up, but today the one shorter lady just speed walked by my cube by herself, arms pumping.  Where is her partner in crime?  Did something happen to her?   One of my co-workers was literally almost just taken down by her while trying to make it over to my boss’s office; we just laughed and gave each other a knowing look…apparently she knows The Walkers too.  Unfortunately, I really can’t make too much fun of them – would be like the pot calling the kettle black.  One day when I was in high school, I told my family I was going for a run.  I think I jogged a couple laps around the house first [totally normal], and then decided to take a few laps around the garden, which mind you was not very big.  Of course, my father happened to conveniently look out the window to witness this.  To this day, I have not been able to live it down.  When I tell one of them I am running in a race or that I went for a run, they ask “did you run around the garden?”