I'm overwhelmed and exhausted.
I'm overwhelmed by your amazing comments and notes of encouragement. Thank you! Keep them coming. It's very comforting to hear there are so many people out there who are on similar paths. (My mother said that I inspired her to continue on her quest for an exercise regime she enjoys. Yay Mom!)
I'm exhausted because I've been on set all week (long days) and the holidays are here (I haven't done ANY shopping) and I had out of town guests (my amazing cousin Amy) so... I meant to post Wednesday...but, it's Thursday.
Procrastination -- one of the things that separates writers from athletes. I just can't picture Lance Armstrong saying, "I was supposed to ride 100 miles today...but, I think I'll just do it tomorrow." Speaking of Lance Armstrong...
My fiance is buying me a bicycle for Christmas. He believes that I could enjoy the sport if I had a properly fitting bike. Apparently, my current bike is too big. This is what he tells me. I don't know the difference. Whenever I get onto my bike, I look completely terrified. He says the look of horror is not what is supposed to happen. I attribute it to falling down a lot and having a huge gut that gets in the way when I try to ride. HE attributes my fear to an ill-fitting bicycle and believes if it fit properly and I would enjoy riding with him.
I am skeptical. Because, well, my belly fat makes riding sound uncomfortable. It's shrinking slowly -- but, I can't imagine when it will be shrunk enough to make biking feel fun. He assures me there are many people with guts who enjoy biking, so I should just try it. Okay. Why not? I love. I trust him and I'm really curious about why he loves biking so much. So, we're going to go shopping for a bicycle that fits me.
