WinsomeDefiance
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I admit it, when I first started working toward getting in shape there were a lot of sneers, snickers and rude behavior. I admit one time, there were these two young teenage bleached blonde girls that made a show of laughing and rolling their eyes. One even tried to push her friend into me to knock me off the bike. Mean girls, such a cliche'. I admit even the other bikers weren't friendly. I'd nod or smile as I passed them and some would smile back but several would look away or worse, stare right through me. I admit I must have earned some grudging respect, they are smiling and waving at me now. A few have started up conversations with me. I admit when I had my flat yesterday, one of the bikers I've seen around on the trails stopped and chatted with me, even pulled out his pump (which worked better than mine) and stuck around to make sure I could get the job done. I admit that I must have passed some unspoken test and feel like I'm suddenly part of this new club or something. I admit that the joke, "I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member." Except it is more like, "I refuse to join a club that didn't want the fatter me as a member," has crossed my mind. I admit that it was a brief crossing, mostly I'm enjoying feeling a kinship with them and it is fun. I admit I take the time to offer smiles and words of encouragement when I see someone overweight out there walking, jogging or biking. I admit I'm happy to share a kinship with them too.
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