… and my butt hurts even worse. But that’s OK because it means I’m one step closer to getting in shape.
This is a story of a girl and her bike.
Let’s begin with the bike. It’s a nice bike, bought in high school for the price of a summer’s worth of babysitting and chores. It’s nothing fancy, just a run-of-the-mill mountain bike. The handle bars are starting to rust a bit. It’s had a tire replaced and a couple of tune-ups. But the bike gets the girl from Point A to Point B.
Now a little about the girl. She’s a nice girl with a nice husband, a nice apartment and nice kitties. What’s not so nice? The fact that she’s been carrying around about 25 pounds more than she should for the past three years or so. She hides it well, but she’s tired of hiding. So she’s resolved to lose those 25 pounds this summer and the bike is going to help her (and the fact that she lives in a crazy hilly town). As are the hikes with the husband and eating less.
Don’t let the door hit your butt on the way out, 25 pounds!