The other day, I decided I needed to get out and enjoy the sun, so I bundled up the baby and set off with her in the stroller. It was sunny enough to lift my mood yet cold enough to keep me moving at a brisk pace.
Not long after we reached the bike path/jogging trail near my home, a female biker whizzed by us in one of those skin tight black outfits that looks like a diving suit. I was briefly saddened at the sight of her fit body and rock hard backside. My mind wandered back to a time when I rode my bike almost daily and my own butt had not yet started the descent down the back of my legs. That was back in California, where the weather is, well, nicer, and the land, much flatter (hmmm, like my butt).
In the three years I have lived in Oklahoma, I have been on my bike maybe a dozen times. That hardly matters now, since my bike was stolen about 6 months ago. I guess it’s a case of “use it or lose it.” (Could this also be another reference to my butt?!)
Ugh! I miss the health and fitness world. I put it off (as a hobby, a lifestyle and an occupation) to focus on my now defunct marriage.
Here comes the anger again. I used to… I could have… I should have…
Enough! I thought as I picked up my pace to a slight jog. Enough of this pity party. Enough of this “I can’t work out anymore- and I have low self- esteem because I stayed in a horrible relationship- boo hoo – stuff. It is what it is. Now what can I do to change whatever it is I actually have some control over?”
Ha! That’s more like it. Positive thinking! I am going to get my butt (flat, sliding and otherwise) back into shape.
Yes. I’m going to make some changes.
I’m going to climb my way up that mountain. Mountain climbing should be good for my butt.
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