I tried out a new gym location in Norfolk tonight. It’s in the heart of the city so you have to pay to park in their garage or you can park on the street. I should say you can *parallel* park on the street. (I’m great at a lot of things, but backing a vehicle INTO a parking space is just not one of them.)
I attempted to parallel park on the narrow cobblestone streets. People were driving at me, people were driving behind me. It was so dark + there were so many headlights, so many bumps, so many things I don’t know about the new car I’m driving. I finally just decided that a 30 minute Tabata class at the local YMCA was not worth that much anxiety. So I let all the headlights clear out + I made my way around the corner instead.
I counted the street blocks, in hopes that I wasn’t too far away from the gym, because it’s cold tonight + I was only in a sweatshirt + a scarf (I’m always in a scarf when it’s cold). I took the first spot I found in which I could pull up + reverse straight back along the curb. (I can back vehicles up in a straight line just fine. That counts for something, right?) I get out of the car, notice that I’m parked in front of my favorite house in the Freemason District + rush off to class. (It was only a block away by the way. That also counts for something, right?)
It wasn’t until after class, as I made my way back to my car, that I noticed how my favorite house was decorated + OF COURSE it’s decorated perfectly. It’s my favorite house for a reason. Well, for lots of reasons.
Anyway, I’ve never been so thankful for my awful parallel parking skills before. This small dose of Christmas magic was worth the street block walk in the cold.