One would think that when riding a bicycle for miles and miles and miles during a week’s span, that one would lose copious amounts of weight. Turns out, that’s not true at all.
Y’all I feel like Sir Mix-a-lot is singing about me instead of Becky and her friend. For real. Since I’ve been riding steadily, I can see significant changes in my body. The most noticeable being the size of my thighs and my rear. While there is a rock-solidness to those parts that has never been there before, there’s also a thickness I’d rather not have. Instead of losing much fat, I’m gaining lots of muscle. I like it, but at some point, this muscle madness has got to end.
The other day, I was sitting in the floor and I pulled my knees up to my chest. As I wrapped my arms under my knees, I felt nothing but muscle. It made me smile, and it gave me a wonderful sense of accomplishment to feel such definition and change in my body. But the same thing has happened to my calves and my rear end, too. My clothes aren’t loser, and in many cases, fit a little more snug around the derriere. For me, it’s equal parts wonderfulness and equal parts frustration.
I was an athletic child and teenager. Through the years, I’ve played softball, soccer, volleyball and rugby. While never terribly athletic, I mostly played because my older brother played.
I can’t believe the day has come where I’m blogging about my backside. But I can’t be the only female who’s ever experienced this, right? Right?