After a two week work out sabbatical my trainer took me back. So all day I anticipated a work out that would have me close to throng hugging that would rival the worst drunk. Instead he says, with great command, "we going on a bike ride". If I was a bit more secure in my position with him I would have told him to kiss my ass! I'm glad I didn't. He took me on a 15 minute ride away from my cares , certainly away from yesterdays residual. As we approached ground zero my minds imaginings of body wreckage, I started to smell the sweet sea air and feel the coolness on my skin from his open car window. The terror of riding a bike after 20 of not was slipping away. I was transported. I felt a sense memory of Pismo beach and child hood.
The bike ride? I did not die.
In fact I enjoyed it. Funny what 15 minutes of departure and a little sea air can do for the spirit.
1 comment:
Get um girl. get the body nice and sexy for yourself. It feels good to look at your body in the miror and say damn I'm sexy as hell. ooh wee!!!
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