Have you ever heard the saying...

...that sweat is fat crying?

It's kind of a cool saying, isn't it?

I was thinking about that saying when I went for my walk yesterday.

You'd think that walking every day would get boring, but actually exciting stuff has been happening.

Like the old, glaring lady walking down the center of the road that I told you about earlier.

But she wasn't nearly as exciting as being within about 10" of becoming road kill from an out of control huge pick-up truck last week.



Really.

I'm not even making this up.

Ten.  Inches.

From.

Being.

Smooshed.

I would write more about this but I'm still kinda/sorta traumatized from my near death experience.

I actually had to take a few days off walking to recover from a knee and a hip that didn't want to turn as quickly as I needed them to.

I had to try and not take it personally when Mr. Jenny called to confirm that my life insurance policy was still in effect.

Geez. 

But after two days of repeating "I almost got killed" (in a whiny and dramatic voice) over and over again, I got right back on the walking wagon...

There were a couple of  uneventful and kinda/sorta non-eventful walking mornings, but yesterday I got to assist in the rescue of a wild animal.

Okay.

It was a turtle.

But it was a big one.

AND I'm fairly certain it was all kinds of wild.  

There it was, just sitting (do turtles actually sit?) right by the yellow line in the road.


(this is not the real turtle.   The one in the street was much bigger and fiercer looking AND there is no yellow line in this picture AND there is not that much grass and trees within about 200 miles of my house)

Another lady on a bicycle and I stopped to figure out what to do with it.

Neither of us had a turtle catching net...

Both of us were afraid to pick it up.   It could have been a snapping turtle...

So...

We both stood in the middle of the road and protected the little turtle fella from uproaching traffic.

"You pick it up and I'll watch for cars," I said.

"YOU pick it up and I'll watch for cars," she said.

Thank heavens a very nice man stopped, put his flashers on, grabbed some burlap out of the back of his vehicle and then HE picked up the runaway turtle while the other lady and I watched for cars.

Then we all walked together to one of the little man-made lakes in our neighborhood and the man gently lowered the turtle into the water.

He poked his little turtle-y head up and then zoomed away.

Ahhhh...

It was pretty sweet in a reptile-y sort of way. 

The other heroic rescuers and I all smiled at each other, and then the man drove off, the woman got back on her bike and I turned my I-pod back on and finished walking home.

After I got home I realized that I really, really need someone to share all this drama with.

Mr. Jenny is still recovering from a broken foot and can't walk with me, so I was thinking maybe you and I could walk together.  

It seems like a good idea, but if you're a sensitive soul, I'm not sure if you'd like to go with.

Because by the time I finish walking, my sweat is really, really crying.

Very, very hard.

And I'm not sure if that would upset you. 

If you think you can handle all the weeping fat, please come...

And bring an assortment of life-saving, animal catching, old lady rescue devices along.

They might come in handy for the next walking adventure.