indoorsy



It’s not pretty. I’m sure my form is awful, and few would confuse my frame for outdoorsy or athletic now, but still I show up, laces tied. I do the work in embarrassingly scant but growing increments, drinking deeply of the fragrant April air. The peepers chirp in the evenings, and although my legs drag like lead, there’s a lightness in my spirit that wasn’t there this winter or last year.

I'm up at Deeper Story today, writing about meeting Jim at summer camp, (not quite) lying about being the outdoor type, and picking up a healthful new habit this spring.

(Spoiler: I DID IT! All the gingers are my siblings. Love you all. xo)

Team Breastfix at Tiffany's

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