One Mile, The Mall, C'mon Jordan

I started walking on June 30 and today I can say that I completed one mile on my own (Yeah!) and at this very moment the top of my thighs are burning and my back feels like someone shot me with a pellet gun on each side. With that said, I did complete my goal and will continue on with my goal.

What I am finding is that after I reach a milestone, I don't get to celebrate with rest. Especially not when I am raising young Kobe and Bill Gates. Those are the nicknames for my pumpkins. After the walk this morning I was OK. I knew that I would go painting with friends but that was all I really had planned besides going to the mall.

I come home from painting and I knew that my older son needed new basketball shoes, for an upcoming tournament. He offers to drive to the mall and that is cool because I feel the cramps coming up from my ankles. We hit the mall and we hit the first store. He sees some Jordan t-shirts...."Uh!, that is not what we are looking for. Can we stay on track here?" They have no shoes that he likes. Ump!

At store number 2 we look, he looks, and there is nothing catching his eye to run up and down a basketball court for the rest of the week. This store has very nice sales persons and they ask him what size he wears. He tells them size 14, I do take donations for these purchases. ;) The salesman brings out two pair of Jordans. My 16 year old son tells the salesperson "I couldn't wear those to play in, I would just wear those to chill in." Lord please help me!

We would not have this problem if mildew was not an issue. That's a whole nother blog. Yeah I said "nother". Now both of these stores are on the first floor and I am exhausted, if nothing else. I go to the directory and find that the next store is on the second floor and further down the mall. I am not thinking about where the store is located, I am thinking "Exactly how far do I have to go to get to my car if we go to the next store." I look at my son and I think of him going to a tournament with not so fresh basketball shoes. So we hit store number three. At this point I would like to note that my younger son is with us, and no the Laker ball is not with us. He is a little more concerned with going to see the dogs and rabbits at the store we went to last time. How do I get it in his head that that store is 3 hours away?

Is that a bench? He is on his own on this one. My legs need to stop moving for at least 3 minutes. The salesperson is nice and we tell her we are just looking. My son sees a possible pair, he pulls them off the shelf and looks inside the shoe. A look came over his face that read..."I ain't even going to tell her this." I ask the price and he says $158. C'mon Jordan, for real! Three stores and we find a shoe and that is the price? Jordan, can a sister catch a break? We walked around and looked at other items. Jordan shirt $32 and Jordan shorts $50? Well I am not Kelis so we are going to Kroger's and buy some baking soda. Can you blame a sister?

But it don't stop there. By now I am worn out. We stop and get snacks. That's what you do at the mall right? I am trying to hold up to get to the car so that I can get home. We are walking outside the mall laughing and talking. Out of nowhere my son hands me the keys to the car and says, "Mom, you can drive home, I am tired and I don't want to fall asleep at the wheel." That boy better leave me alone! ;)

Looking for a wardrobe donation from Michael Jordan,

Lindar

Speaking those things....... as though they are.