A Case of the Mondays

June 16th, 2008

I managed to fool myself into thinking that I was getting in shape and heading in the right direction. I still agree that I’m heading in the right direction, but I’m definitely nowhere near in shape.

I bought a decent bike and a trailer for it, with the hopes of ceasing to use our car and take the bike everywhere for my errands. I am woefully out of shape. I had convinced myself that all of the running I had grown accustomed to would be just as easy here, and I’d pick back up where I started. Wrong, wrong, wrong. There are mountains here. Everywhere. And hills and inclines and general torture everywhere I look. I can currently manage to bike with our 50 lb. 5 year old son in the trailer for 5 blocks up the very minor hill where we live. After 5 blocks I become convinced that my thighs are quite literally on fire and I have to turn around so the wind wil blow them out. So I coast us back that same 5 blocks, thanking God that what goes up may coast down.

I am terrified of running now. There is a super fitness park a few blocks from us that I was deseperate to try. Now I’m just afraid. There are a few overweight people here, but this is definitely not Texas. Thankfully, 95% of the skinny people are nice. When I encounter the 5%, I just tell myself that their obvious plastic surgery looks just as bad as my cellulite-ridden thighs. It helps.

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