Walking in Chicago has numerous hazards, some of which I have pointed out in other posts, but I have discovered a new one, besides the crumbling sidewalks, the gaps in sidewalks that eat stilettos, the crazy drivers, rude pedestrians that take up more than their share of sidewalk, bicyclists who ride on the sidewalks and taxis who don’t care if you’re crossing the street, my new one is the loss of my ass!
I have never had a lot of junk in the trunk…ok, I’ve never had ANY junk in the trunk, but now I have even less, it’s like a fire sale on my ass EVERYTHING MUST GO! All this walking has made my nearly non-existent ass, non-existent, only enhanced more by the dress I’m wearing today. I thought I looked pretty good going out of the house today, but I caught my profile in the glass of a building and thought – “Oh great, I seem to have left my ass in the jeans I wore last night.”
Note to self: incorporate more squats into daily routine.