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Street Walking Ain’t What It’s Cracked Up to Be

March 23, 2007 in Uncategorized

Many moons ago, I started this blog–in theory–as a way to hold myself accountable for things I should be doing, but didn’t always get around to. Like exercise, eating right, staying on my writing schedule and living right. Lately it seems like I’m doing everything except those things, ergo, no blogs.

My intentions were good, as intentions often are. When I resigned my spot on the front row at Jazzercise, I told Myra (the caring and nurturing one) and Casey (the Queen of Pain) that I lived too far away now ( 20 minutes down Wade Hampton Boulevard!), and would be taking exercise along the streets of beautiful downtown Greenville. I was going to become a Street Walker.

I envisioned getting up each morning to the sounds of an awakening small city, donning one of my newly-purchased, chic, walking outfits, and power-walking past the shops, cheerily waving at shopkeepers as they opened for business. On my way back to my West End condo, I would stop by Starbucks, order a Venti Nonfat Mocha, and read the New York Times. Then, batteries fully charged, I would go home and words would pour out of me into the computer. It was an artsy vision.

Reality is that I haven’t bought those chic walking outfits, because I refuse to buy clothes a size larger, and I’ve expanded my horizons. When we first moved in, the morning temperatures were literally freezing, and the wind howled down Main Street. Most shops don’t open until ten, so the only folks to wave at were the ones opening the bakery-cafe type establishments that harbored forbidden treats. And along with that Venti Nonfat Mocha, Starbucks was pushing scones, muffins, and lemon pound cake. Also, the hilly nature of our Main Street (not as noticeable when you drive down it) gave me shin splints. And walking, unlike Jazzercise, is lonely. Words have not gushed into my computer.

On Monday, I hauled my sorry, expanded derriere down Wade Hampton Boulevard and reenlisted. Not much has changed…the classes are a little more crowded (it’s spring–bathing suit season looms), and the Queen of Pain, courtesy of her 22-week, completely unnoticeable-unless-you-know pregnancy has graduated to her very first C-cup.

She’s still an alien. But I sure was happy to see her…and Wendy, Connie, Betty, Sarina, Allison and all the other familiar faces.

I should be dancing.

Peace, out…

Susan

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Jazzercise, The Queen of Pain

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  1. Anonymous says

    March 23, 2007 at 3:51 pm

    Woohoo she’s back! I’ve gone out so many times to see if there were any updates and there was not a one. It is so good to have your voluptous self back. Reenlisting is a good thing, now you will have material to write about. And I finally got a mention woohoo. This is a step up, I may get a whole sentence one day…ha ha
    Great to have you back Susan. If you want to go walking you can always walk around the parking lot at Jazz.
    Betty

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