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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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November 22, 2005

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powderhound
I rode my bike today! I rode my bike today! Na-na-na-na-na, I rode my bike today!

And I was actually a little too warm!

I could have used some wool around my head, face, and neck. I wore a buff as a balaclava, and even though it is bright pink, people looked at my like I had just robbed a convenience store.

Wait a second, back up, let's look at what I was wearing. Yellow BMX Bridgepedal helmet (read: seriously goofy), check. Pink buff as balaclava, check. Yellow wind jacket, check. Respectable black wool skirt, check. Respectable clogboots, check. On bright pink bike, check. And people were looking at me like I was armed and dangerous. Oh, the power!

On my torso, I wore a drifit t, a thermal running top, my wool v-neck, and then the yellowjacket. I think I coulda done okay with one layer less.

I wore my dorky is0toner driving gloves: they were okay. And the great thing about those: they match nothing that I own. This bothers me much more than it should.

On my legs, I wore long underwear, the wool skirt, smartw8l socks, and the clogboots. Perfectly toasty.

It was a nice ride. Cold, but insanely sunny. I could really tell I haven't been on the bike in a while—I was very happy to leave it in second gear for the vast majority of the ride. I was leisurely, which meant I got in about a minute later than usual. There were quite a few runners, but not so many bicyclists out.

I know I need to get more exercise. My stress levels have been so high, and I'm hoping this will make a dent. I tell you, I do feel fairly relaxed this morning. And, while my clothes still fit, we are coming into the season of overeating and overdrinking, and I'd like my clothes to continue to fit. Or fit looser. And, we're just a couple months out of prime job hunting—it would be nice to look athleticly zaftig rather than just zaftig.

Posted at November 22, 2005

Comments

I'm really struggling with the exercise right now. I will if you will. :-)

Posted by: neca at November 22, 2005 10:12 AM

zaftig? please define.

Posted by: brit at November 22, 2005 11:44 AM

It's official. VJ's a rockstar, with visionary fashion sense.

Bike Winter Portland!

Posted by: Megan at November 22, 2005 12:41 PM

Brit,
If I may, you can find a definition here: http://www.bubbygram.com/yiddishglossary.htm
Note that you'll want to go all the way to the bottom and the definition is listed under zoftig (an alternate spelling).

I've always taken it to mean heavy, but not in a negative way, sort of like plump or chunky in English.

Scooter

Posted by: Scooter at November 23, 2005 9:39 AM