Christmas IS the season of miracles; I went running this morning! It’s been a YEAR since I lifted weights, and nearly six months since I regularly ran at the college track. Shameful.
Because I’ve never been athletic, my workout wardrobe is somewhat… lacking.
My mother wore this blood-red Land’s End chamois shirt when I was little, and it’s been my housecoat/security blanket for the past ten years. Mom added the huge patch, which features a Native American chief with killer cheekbones, sporting a feathered headdress. It reads “CAPTURE THE SPIRIT”. Offensive stereotypes? Kinda, yeah. Maybe that’s why the patch is seceding from the garment.
Today, I renew my dedication to exercise and self-care. Three months from now I will be fitter, firmer, and able to do more than 2.5 push-ups. Hell, I may even earn killer cheekbones!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to ~gulp~ go record my “Before” measurements.
Capture the spirit, y’all!