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I biked to church this morning.

It was the most grueling bike ride ever - but I figured I’d have divine intervention to get me there.  I threw a pack on my back, a cotton A line stretch skirt over my workout capris (bike shorts underneath), a jacket and my helmet at 6:45am.  Now the route was new, the church new - I’ve passed it on the way to therapy and it looked quite grand.  So about .5 miles away from it - I could see it in the distance - the struggle nearly came to an end.

I’m too fat for any type of up slope. 

It’s just not pretty.  

Sweaty, crazy fat mess trying to fucking climb those small slopes (real bikers would probably not even call it a bump).  Nearly .25 miles away and I was telling myself - nice try - let’s go home. Then I jumped off the bike and walked it the rest of the way.

A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do.

So sweaty, crazy hot mess parked her bike (couldn’t figure out the goddamn bike lock the ex gave me) in the lower level of the church (saw folks walking in) and decided that if it got stolen then it would be some sort of sign

Very very pretty church, I marveled at how ornate it was - I believe there’s some type of Irish history in this church with it’s colors and wood carvings.  I was grateful beyond belief to make it in there on time (7:30) and sitting in a pew alone (sweaty hot mess).

The service was alright - the elderly priest kept saying ‘men’ when he should have included us women as well - but hey - I was sitting there graciously having made it to the church (3 miles from the apartment).  

Who was I to remind him that the Virgin Mary was a woman.

At 7:30am on a Sunday there are a lot of older folks in the church and that made me feel really good.

So I noticed no touching (shaking hands) in this church due to ‘flu season’ and we were told that communion would be by hand only.  

Interesting, I thought.  You could simply hand sanitize yourself after you gave folks communion and that would do it - after all folks it’s the flu (maybe a sprinkle of swine flu) but not the bubonic plague.  I felt a bit guilty that I was coughing and sniffling.

Oh well.

Perhaps our priests need to believe in divine intervention.

After it was over, I was thrilled to see my bike waiting for me and felt excited about all those slopes I would get to cruise down

On the way home, I stopped at Noah’s bagel and now I sit here in the comfort of my living room, candle glowing, overcast outside with the sounds of dizzy gillespie, charlie parker, lester young,  a hot cup of tea in hand.  I love Noah’s Bagels - I never eat one.  This morning I got my favorite a blueberry bagel with a schmear of 25% reduced fat strawberry cream cheese.  I won’t eat it all out of sheer fright - but I am enjoying the half.

Immensely.

Oh my gosh.

I’m in heaven.

I feel so good about myself.

I did it!  

One step at a time, I know-but man does it feel good.