Today two dear friends came to town to do a hike/walk with me. We had planned to do a 5K in Louisville but when we found out that usually thousands, actually THOUSANDS of people participate in this particular 5K, we decided to do our own private 5K.
So we met here at my house. The weather forecast was for a cloudy morning, then sunshine, with temps climbing to 50. Well.......not exactly. It was a cold, windy, gray 36 all dang day. But we persevered.
We hiked a paved trail, thru the edge of town, up a pretty steep hill, around a former state hospital grounds, then back down. All in all, I think 4 miles.
And good grief! Going up that hill, my big ole thighs just powered along. Absolutely NO problem. Now, while I curse them (and my big butt) frequently, and could just die when I see myself in a photo, those big ole thighs have some serious muscle in them. Covered with some serious fat, but still, serious muscle. I'm grateful (well, I'm trying to be grateful) for them, and vow to try to not be so mean/mad/hateful toward them.....like fantasizing about taking a really sharp big knife and slicing some of them off, or maybe a medical grade chain saw......uh oh, I may have said too much.
Anyway, I'm going to try. As my gynecologist (about a size 3) said at my appointment Friday, "There are all kinds of fitness; you're very fit." The unspoken part of that was, ".....but fat." Like it's a news flash.
So.......1440 miles to Moab.
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