Yesterday I met a few book club friends for an impromptu coffee in honor of one of the ladies birthdays. I am thrilled to be involved with this book club, and have such a good time chatting with the other ladies. We have so many laughs just gossiping and sharing, that I can't even imagine what I would be sitting here feeling like if it weren't for them. They bring so much to my life.
This is the book club in which 5 of the 8 of us did the triathlon. We triathletes don't want the ones who didn't participate to feel bad so we are trying not to rub it in their face or anything. It was such a big deal for us that we just want to talk about it all the time, still! I am not the only one who has been bitten by the exercise bug, and us triathlon doers are all so anxious to get together for swims, walks, and biking. Ofcourse, anyone can come, we love the women who sat it out. It is just that all of us tri-doers seem to be just a little over the top at this moment. It is very nice for me, who is enjoying being a born again exerciser (and you know how the converts can be!) to have others just as enthusiastic.
The Birthday Girl, who did not participate in the tri, mentioned that she was thinking of changing her Y membership to the Y that more of use. The coversation turned to exercise and who was doing what, when the Birthday Girl, in the most serious tone of voice said "Girls, I have to warn you about something." Ooooh, a warning! The hairs on my arms stood up, this looked like it was going to get juicy! BG continued in her most serious tone, "I used to hang out with a group of women who got really into exercise, I mean they exercised every day and ..." My mind began to race, would it be worn out knees? eating disorders? cheating on hubby with the tennis pro? I was on the edge of my seat... "Well," she continued "They just loved exercising so much that a year later they all..." I couldn't even guess, left their families for a more active lifestyle? died of heart attacks? got a disease???? "Well..." she hesitated, surely this was going to be good. "Well..... they all turned into these buff manly looking women." I laughed. They laughed. "No!" My friend protested. "They were really manly, they all had these 6 pack stomachs, and big broad shoulders..." We chuckled on. Obviously this was not a concern for our little group.
Then, as if my boots were extra tasty that day, I pointed to another woman and said "You are closer to buff than me are you worried?" There I go again. Yum, boots.
Today I was thinking that my comment could have easily been misconstrued. I did not mean to insinuate that my pal was in any way shape or form a manly looking chick, only that the the thought of a six pack on me was still many work outs and a good surgeon away, while on her it was an actual possibility. So, I know she reads my blog and I just wanted her to know it meant nothing. Love me still?
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