activate myself
I’ve been jogging &sweating at local parks after work and my body is already thanking me for pushing her. Breathing feels so refined and my size five pants aren’t slicing into my love handles anymore. My fervent appreciation for boobs has been even more realized by having nowhere to stash my car keys while I run but in between my cleavage, Peggy Bundy style. It does the job so well. Yesterday I went to Tanner Park even though it’s generally a gravel hill and my feet slip out from underneath me or I stub my toes into rocks when I get distracted by the green and I'm not provident to the craggy terrain ahead. It’s so pretty there, it’s got this lush aroma surrounding the narrow dirt trails at the base and yet I’m reluctant to go far into the trail since I’m a uh, girl, alone, and without mace to defend myself from the marquee trees and thick foliage camouflaging creepy figments of my imagination. Props to the media for spiking my simple paranoia with near phobia. There was a rather dykish looking woman walking with her dogs that were sniffing at me in the parking lot, she was getting out of her car which had a Righteous Babe sticker on it! She whistled at them to leave me alone. So I was thinking, I need a ferocious dog and a butch with a sexy Melissa Ferrick voice to keep me company next time. That would be neat. Sometimes I'm just more comfortable at the shallow end.