My Shadow

I was walking one day a couple weeks ago during my lunch hour at work, listening to country music on my walkman  - I can hear you groan now - a walkman!?!?  Hasn’t she heard of ipods?  Actually the walkman radio works just fine for the most part.  I get quite a bit of static when walking past the metal industrial buildings and I lose my signal altogether at one corner, but other than that it provides me fairly consistent entertainment when I’m walking alone.  But, I digress . . .

Back to my shadow.  This particular day my shadow was in incredible shape!  I was impressed with it actually.  Tall, slim, walking in rhythm with a perky bounce in her step.  A shadow that would turn heads.

My fitness goal has now become to attain the body that my shadow portrays.  Specifically, to attain the body that my shadow portrayed on that particular day, at that particular time, with that particular slant of the sun.

I have been watching carefully since my shadow caught my eye that day and I have to tell you that shadows are pretty fickle (at least mine is).  Yesterday, for instance, my shadow was pretty repulsive - kind of like Jabba the Hut with short stubby legs. I tell you this in case you decide to strive to achieve a shadow body.  You must be very, very careful which shadow you select to mirror!

I actually tried to see if my sexy, skinny shadow was with me today when I was outside raking up pine needles in the yard but, alas, the sky was cloudy and my shadow was nowhere to be found.  She was probably somewhere working out to keep her thin, trim physique.  My Jabba shadow was probably hiding under a bush somewhere eating fried chicken, country gravy, and chocolate peanut butter cups.

I’ll be walking again soon and hope to see my inspirational shadow often.  Me, my walkman, and my shadow strolling along, singing a song, side by side . . .