I rediscovered who the queen of my universe is this weekend.
Perhaps its because I was busy, busy, busy this weekend. First, both Saturday and Sunday I was up at an ungodly hour – not making scrambled eggs on toast – oh no.
Building my finely tuned body into a masterpiece. Buns of steel are a bonus, but endorphins that directly transcribe into happiness? That directly transcribes into ‘I am in control of my body and soul right now?’ Then exercise is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
I hit my bike for 10 kilometres both days, killing it – ignoring the sting and embracing the sweat – for 30 minutes per session. Sweat poured, while with each peddle, I felt less frustrated and more satisfied.
Fuck, on a Saturday and Sunday morning? After a braai with like one famous hot guy there? After a couple of drinks the night before? (A Saturday morning? Early??)
There’s only one conclusive conclusion to this: I. Am. Amazing.
Even more incredulous was the muscular crease I’ve started noticing on my upper thigh. For real.
Then I bought a book at Exclusive, perused the music aisle at Musica, bought a shit hot pair of jeans from The Space (can that store actually smell like Zanzibar? I had to stand outside for a second to clear my head of the vanilla wave before I bought the entire I Love Leroy range) The jeans are soft and dark with a tempestuous pressure around my bottom – not too tight, but tight enough to make my ass look rather spectacular, if I do say so myself.
I also bought a shirt that fills me with joy, because it lights up my complexion – but that could just be the rouge effect of cycling.
Saturday was spent at Mama Tembo’s in Greenside, over mojitos, paw paw and haloumi salad, and fabulous company. Lots of giggling and some new faces.
I am feeling superb. And I only account 30% of this to my daily cycling binge. The other 70% is because I’m feeling great about myself right now. And that alone, feels pretty super.
Except, walking around with a camel’s toe at The Zone. What does one do? Hold your handbag there? Hide behind the pillars? These shit hot jeans had better stretch. Fast.