I called home to say I was on my way, and my Anne asked if I wanted to walk with her if I wasn't too tired. She is walking for my sake, because she is afraid I will be bored at home. But I think she was excited to wear her new outfit too.
She was all ready when I got home. Her cute new Nike jogging suit, painted nails, and a big smile. We decided to eat first, so Anne changed her top, because she didn't want to get the new one dirty.
After dinner, I told her to put on a t-shirt underneath her jacket so the t-shirt could absorb the sweat and she could zip up, or unzip the jacket as she needed. Anne easily complied. It makes me feel guilty actually. Am I just pushing my Western ways on her, again? Does it really matter how she dresses or walks?
I'm torn on this one, because on one hand it does: heating, cooling, exercising, stretching, heart rate, hygiene - they all have to do with health. On the other hand, why push her? Just do what Tolga does and accept her as she is. Anne is a warm, gentle, and big heart-ed person. Let her do as she chooses and be there to help.
So we walked. Slowly. For fifteen minutes. And then. She began. To limp.
I stopped right away and offered to take a cab home. I actually didn't have any money, but I figured I could find the fare in the coin jar at home. Anne smiled, said no, and limped more.
I offered a couple of more times. She smiled, said no, and limped on.
And now, she is laid up on the couch with muscle creams.
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