I can't stress this enough: I. Love. My. Bike. Why did it take me this long to get one? I didn't know what I was missing!
It's gotten me thinking about my body image, because let's face it, I haven't been happy with where I'm at on the scale, leading me to feel like a giant fat ass blob. However, riding up steep hills, feeling my quads and calves go to work, it makes me feel... well, strong. Capable. Muscular. If I was out of shape and ate cheetos all day, I wouldn't have the strength to ride that long. I'd be winded going down the street. SO, even though aesthetically I'm not entirely happy with my body, there's no denying that I have built up a lot of muscle mass with KBs and long walking. Inspired by Mark and Tracy's collaborative post, I'm going to really try to embrace my newfound strength. Or, to quote Mark: " The goal of training is NOT to induce anorexia, it is to build strength, condition, endurance, flexibility, power and ability. Health. At any weight. "