Memoirs of a Fat Girl

I have a lot of work to do. If I’m going to be skating 20k in a mere few weeks, I have to eat right, exercise more, go back to the gym and skate every day.

Except when it’s raining. Slippery roads don’t mesh with wheels and besides, water makes the bearings rust. Not a good story. But it’s safe to say that if I don’t take the eating right, exercising and skating in dry weather part seriously, I’ll be wheezing within the first three kilometers.

While a big part of me is still all chattering teeth and shaky knees at the huge task before me, the other part is relieved for this change, this much anticipated genesis of all good things to come. I know once I get into the habit, I’ll be okay.

But there is something else I have to do first. Before I take on this biggie, this genesis of all good things to come, there is a part of me I wish to leave behind. There is something that needs to be settled; old ghosts must be laid to rest.

It’s a gorgeous day today, pearl white clouds against a crisp blue sky. The green grasses of spring are here, and the trees are starting to bud. It is the newest, clearest part of the year, that first turn in the cycle of seasons and the prelude to summer.

It’s a beautiful day for a funeral.