sitting in my glass house…
my grandmother fell and broke her forehead last weekend. i was planning to ride that morning, but needed to see her. so i packed my cycling gear, grabbed my bike and drove down to miami. i tried to time my ‘escape’ immediately following the FAQ section of our visit and the point where gram begins to throw [verbal] stones at me didn’t Ani DiFranco phrase it best in her song Glass House ? “… if you think you know what i’m doing wrong you’re gonna have to get in line” apparently gram was first in line that day.
she told me i was waisting my life with all my running and cycling and that it had become an obsession or worse, an addiction ! i am aware that it is my grandmother’s hobby and favorite passtime to tell others – not only what to do – but HOW to do it, but condeming my active lifestyle is simply absurd i know a healthy obsession with heroin is out of the question, but would gram rather i was a hefty couch potato ? and are these words really coming from the woman who lost her husband to a heart attack at age 50 – probably due to an unhealthy diet, alcoholism and lack of exercise ?
rather than fight a battle i lost long before i was born, i headed for the door as i heard gram say “your muscles are going to waste away” and realized ignorance is not always bliss.