Chicken...shit!
Today's Weight 200.0lbs
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Right, that's it, I've had enough of being intimidated or embarrassed because of my weight and lack of fitness. I refuse to be ashamed any longer!
I went out for a cycle ride, planned my route, packed enough water for an hour's exercise (it was roasting hot) and set off in the shorts of shame.
All was fine until just before my customary turning round point, when I passed a group of spotty youths hanging around a village green, who acted as if it was the most bizarre and hilarious sight in the world to see a woman cycling.
They whooped and hollered, stood in my way in the middle of the road, commented (loudly and at length) on the size of my arse, and generally made a nuisance of themselves.
And what did I do? Leap off my bike, don my Wonderwoman cape and give them a good telling off for being so ill-mannered, and send them home with their tails between their legs?
Hardly.
Nope, in true heroic Fatslayer fashion, I kept my head down, and put the pedal to the metal to get the hell out of Dodge. Then, as if that wasn't cowardly enough, when I came to my turning around place a hundred yards further up the road, I chickened out from turning round and running the gauntlet again, and instead I struck out on a road that I'd never been down before, in a direction that was unfamiliar to me, with unknown hills and hazards and an uncertain destination.
Idiot, thy name is Fatslayer.
An hour and a quarter later, knackered, saddle sore, thirsty and mad as hell at myself for being a yellow bellied coward, I finally cycled back up my garden path.
My heart rate monitor tells me I burned off 1100 calories, which is a small consolation, but I'm madder'n hell at myself for allowing a group of teenage dickheads to dictate my actions.
NEXT time (and there WILL be a next time, unfortunately, since there is something tediously inevitable about the ridicule of teenage boys) I'll be brave...honestly!
xxx