Today I did something I haven't done in at least 15 years. I rode a bike. Not the kind that's in the gym where you just sit and pedal your heart out and never go anywhere. I mean the real wind-in-your-hair kind of bike. It was hard, but fantastic.
I live in the country, so I have a nice little stretch where there isn't too much traffic. There are, however, an abundance of little hills that are just steep enough to make your legs ache when you try to climb them. I need those hills though. Those hills are what's going to take my legs from jello jiggle to va-va-voom!
I''ve decided that I am going to try to ride at least a couple of times a week. I really enjoy it. The bike in the gym seems counterproductive in comparison. There's no wind in my hair besides the big fan. The only scenery is a wall with a bank of televisions broadcasting CMT and stress-inducing news stories on CNN. On an actual bike, I ride past the cotton fields, greet the neighbors working out in their gardens, watch the cute little furry creatures scampering through the woods... It's all very serene and relaxing despite the complaints from my jello legs.
I have a feeling my legs won't be jello for long. Hopefully by summer I'll be a red-headed, fun-sized Heidi Klum. What? A girl can dream, can't she? ;)