Now, Not so Much

I was eating lunch today when I was surrounded by giggling high school girls...and not just any girls...the ones who run track. I sat there and stared at them. I literally stared long enough to make them think that I am some kind of a sicko.

The only thing that was running through my mind is, "My word, I miss my old high school track body."

Instead, what I have now is post college (plus twenty), post-mission (plus twenty-five), post-Japan body (plus fifteen), which is not nearly as nice/in-shape. I now struggle just to get up a flight of stairs without being winded, struggle to find clothes that won't show my ever growing gut, and struggle to get to the gym and back without dying.

I remember high school track where running six or seven miles wasn't a big deal (and I was even a stupid sprinter, which begs the question, "What in the hell was I doing running that far?"). In fact, another girl and I would finish a two and a half hour track practice and then go home to a fun-filled evening of 80's aerobics.

I used to run for FUN...all the way up until my mission, I would say that I was a runner. Now, not so much. I used to have these incredible legs where you could actually TELL that I had all eighteen separate leg muscles (or however many there are). Now, not so much. I used to be able to wear short shorts and short sleeved shirts without worrying about cottage cheese (or wobbling). Now, not so much.

Stupid high school girls and their stupid bodies.