This. And also: Southerners have an anti-cyclist mentality in more suburban-to-rural areas. No joke. Usually cyclists are cursed and honked off the road. I’m from a south suburb of Charlotte and growing up everyone bitched and moaned about “asshole-cyclists” taking up the road. I would never attempt to ride my bike at home; which, is very sad given it is quite scenic, windy, and hilly.
I’ve decided I need to do this. To keep myself accountable to the (maybe 20?) people reading this blog:
I’ve embarked on a fitness journey. Yes.
Here’s my day-one to day-thirty shots. And these first thirty days have been a laugh of a journey. Mostly because I did NOT work out as often as I should and DEFINITELY drank like a swine.
But I wanted to share where I was at, and where I’m heading. I’m proud that I’ve made a step in the right direction but I need to put that god-awful Photo No.1 on blast. Knowing it’s out there makes me feel more compelled to share my Day-60…my Day-90…my Day-120.
June 1st y’all. That’s where it’s at. No more bullshit. As soon as Chicago heats up I’m not wearing any clothes and goddammit I’m gonna be fit whilst doing it.
A lot of time bouncing between feeling accomplished and well put-together and feeling embarrassed and weak.
“Yeah! I’m becoming a legitimate adult on her way to a bright thirties!”
“What the fuck am I doing? Who the fuck am I? *swigs alcohol mercilessly*”