Once upon a
time, (actually just a few months back), I used to consider my thighs one of my
best, at least biggest, assets.
If I was to
successfully audition for Survivor, my team would have no need to wait three
long, arduous days before receiving flint. I’d spark these babies up in a
matter of a few simple footsteps. That’s one small step for a (wo)man, one
giant bonfire for survivor-kind.
After a
month of steadily walking, braving the frosty crisp mornings, fog-bathing and
drizzle dipping, I made a stunning ‘Eureka-moment’ discovery this morning.
Whilst on my
own this time, though usually with a gorgeous and phenomenal cluster of Fat
Bottomed Girls (FBG’s) around me, I realised that my once honeymooning thighs
were stealthily passing like ships in the night. Like a long-time married
couple, my best assets were barely touching.
My stride
lengthened as friction lessened and yes, I even beat my 5km Avantidrome
personal best. ( Since beaten again on Park Run 15th July.)
Another
lovely lady from the FBG’s recently commented how much she valued the support
and camaraderie of the group having dropped 6kg in only 6 weeks with a
healthier eating plan and the motivational pull of more regular exercise with
an army of FBG’s.
While weight
loss is an obvious benefit, for me personally it is an end- reward of putting
in the hard yards. My personal goal is to brisk walk (moderate pace) at least 3
times per week for at least 45 minutes per session.
Week One of
the challenge (23-30 May) – 8.5 km, (1 hour, 37 mins).
This week (1
– 8 June), I have achieved that frequency with a whopping 21.5 km under my belt
(4 hours, 40 mins).
The left hip socket feels tender but it’s a work-out
badge of honour, a minor price to pay for the long-term benefits of an active
lifestyle.
Other spin offs are networking and encouraging
other like-minded women, empowering one another with every step that
accumulates in the unity of common purpose, and participating in observing and
linking with our community.
In the words
of Tim Finn’s lyrics, (1984), (yes I am showing my age),
“What we need is some
positive action.
What we need is some positive thought.”
What we need is some positive thought.”
And with voluptuous
thanks to the Fat Bottomed Girls, there’s a fraction bit less friction.
(8th
June, 2017)
Addendum
: My almost teen son told me the other day, with
a note of genuine surprise in his voice : “Mum! You have an almost thigh gap.” At least, the virtue of honesty is rising above
in our home. ;)
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