Dancing in the Rain: Lessons Learned on my Personal Journey with PD (more at www.PDPlan4Life.com) Copyright 2013-18 Sheryl Jedlinski
By Sheryl Jedlinski
While preparing for a gait study, I discovered that I no longer have even one pair of shorts — not work out shorts, hiking shorts, dress shorts, or even skorts. Convinced that these items weren’t particularly flattering to my body, I donated them to a local women’s shelter. Surely I had left a pair or two behind in case of emergency. Frantically, I started emptying my dresser drawers, and tossing the contents all over my bedroom floor. I was certain that, if nothing else, I would unearth a pair of black terry shorts repurposed as a partial bathing suit cover up. No such luck.
It was already late Sunday afternoon, and I needed shorts first thing in the morning to be videoed walking on the treadmill as part of my gait analysis. Normally, I exercise in old sweat pants, and oversized tee shirts espousing my political leanings. My favorite says, “Well behaved women rarely make the history books.” I knew this would not fly.
I grabbed my husband and off we went to a big box sporting goods store to buy a pair of shorts and a matching tee. Running shorts in every color and brand stretched before me as far as the eye could see. Unfortunately, not one of them hung more than three inches below the crotch. The song, “Short Shorts” ratcheted up to #3 on the charts in 1958 and now was on continuous play in my head.
I finally found a saleswoman with whom to share my predicament. “Don’t you have any shorts that even come close to knee length?” I asked her. She smiled knowingly and took me to a table piled high with women’s basketball shorts and color coordinated tops. For the price of this outfit, we could have enjoyed dinner at a nice restaurant. But how do you put a price on the right image?