So, now that I am able to walk some more, commuting to DC is not the hassle it was a year ago.
When I used to work in DC at a client site, my office was located about a block and a half from the nearest Metro station. I also had to walk across the street from my apartment building to catch a bus. I did not have to walk a lot, but it was still more than I could handle. I had to sit when I arrived at the bus stop. After I got off the Metro in DC, I had to stop at least twice to rest my back before getting to the office. It was awful.
Now, I am back to working in DC and no longer working from home. My office is nowhere near a Metro station. It is at least 5.5 blocks from the nearest station. Well, OK that’s not entirely true. There are two stops that are about 4 blocks from the office, but then I have to go two stops out of my way and take another train, and the stop where I change trains is still adds another two stops to my trip. It’s worth the extra block to not have to change trains and keep my metro stops down to three stations.
Five blocks are really not that far. Normal people walk this much all of the time without even a thought. I used to before I became so morbidly obese. Now that I have lost 81 pounds, (OMG 81!!!!!), walking this much is easy.
I am also standing pretty much from the minute I leave my apartment until I get to the office. I stand out in front of my building to wait for the bus…OK that’s not true. I sometimes sit at the bus stop. But once I get on the bus, I stand until I get to the metro station because there is often not a seat. Then the metro train is so full, I stand for the three whole stops until I can pry myself out of the train. There is not even time or quite frankly the room to read anything on my kindle app. Seriously, some days you need a shoe horn to get people out of there we are packed in so tightly. Then I fight to get up the escalators and out of the station before I begin my hike to the office.
Sometimes, I go to the little French café (where they play middle eastern music, btw…not that I mind middle eastern music, it’s just that Americans have fanciful notions that every French café should be playing Edith Piaf singing Non Je Ne Regrette Rien all day long, but I digress), that is next to my office to get a cup of decaf. There I sit and enjoy my last moments of solitude before entering the snake pit.
Honestly, the three stops are not bad. Even the 5.5 block walk to the office is not bad. I just hate being crammed on the train with about 10,000 other people with nowhere to move or breathe. I am convinced with every jerk of the train that I will lose my balance and fall into the person next to me. There is no real room to fall, so I would probably just body slam into the person next to me and cause people to tumble into one another like dominos. Then there is the constant stopping and waiting for no reason without explanation. And I haven’t even mentioned the broken escalators and elevators. The train ride is stressful. I thank God I only have to go three stops.
I am also thankful that I can do it relatively pain-free. I still have some pain in my feet. And occasionally my knees and back hurt a little. But for the most part, I am enjoying the fact that I can do this.
Two other points…I lost 81 pounds!!!! Omg I can hardly believe it!
The other thing I wanted to mention, I kind of put on my Facebook Page yesterday. Yesterday, upon exiting the Metro station in DC, I ran into a friend of mine whom I have not seen in about two years. She had a gastric by-pass 9 years ago. We used to work together. She looks great. I also did not know her before the surgery. She told me over and over again that she has no regrets. I thought about her often before and since my surgery.
Well, I saw her and walked right up to her and made eye contact and she looked at me like she has never seen me before. Then I told her who I was and seriously, her jaw dropped. She asked me what I had been up to so I told her that I had the surgery. We only had a moment to talk because we were both in the mad-commuter-rush-to-work mindset, but she told me that I looked great. I have her email address, so I am going to send her an email. I need to tell her how her experience really helped me make my decision when I reached my breaking point. I may not have been ready to do it when she and I talked in the past, but I thought of her often through everything I have experienced.