Today I had to go to the dermatologist. Don’t worry, it was just a regular check-up. But, as has been the case with most of my appointments for the last month and a half, I had to walk to the doctor’s office due to an injury to my arm that prevents me from driving.
Because I judged the distance incorrectly, I arrived at the doctors office about 15 minutes late. In total, it was about an hour and 10-minute walk. When I got there, the receptionist told me that I may not be able to see the doctor because I was late. I explained to her about my injury, that I had walked to get to the office, and that I just misjudged the distance. She gave me a wide-eyed look as if I’d just said that I fought my way through a pack of wolves to get there.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. We’ll get you right in. Are you okay?”
“Ummm … yes,” I said. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
I sat in the waiting room for about 10 minutes before nurse came out to the waiting room and called my name. As we walked back to the examining room, she said “Is it true that you walked all the way here? Over an hour?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she said, clearly mystified. “Are you okay?” I told her that I was fine and just didn’t want to reschedule.
I was in the examining room for just a few minutes before the doctor came in and introduced herself. She said, “I’m told that you walked here.”
“Yes,” I said. “I didn’t want to break the appointment and it’s a pretty nice day.”
“How long did you walk?” she asked. I told her that it was just a touch over an hour. “Wow. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m okay,” I said, growing concerned. “People keep asking me that. Do I not look okay?”
“No,” she said. “You look fine. It’s just really impressive that you did that.”
I paused, then asked, “I know this is a bit of a personal question, but do you go to a gym?”
“I do,” she said.
“Do you go on a treadmill?” I asked. She stated that she did. “About how long do you spend on the treadmill?”
“About an hour,” she said. “Sometimes a little … oh.” She laughed. “I think I see your point.”
“I’m not doing anything strange or amazing,” I said. “I’m walking roughly as much as you do when you’re on a treadmill. The only difference is that I’m walking with a destination and purpose.”
“Yeah,” she said. “But I don’t know a single person who would do that.”
During my walk home, I had plenty of time to think that statement over. I’m pretty sure it’s not a good thing.