Memorial Day Memories
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Hi there! It has been soooooo long since I've had a chance to write
anything about my gym bunny experiences and I'm aching to get something
on here once again. For close to a year, it's like I've been in a
little rabbit hole and the foxes are keeping pace above me. They just
won't give me the chance to come out. I've been nibbling on my stocked
supply of carrots for too long. I need more! So, at least I thought
I'd share some memories that I wrote last year (2016) for my tumblr
page. It's not long, but perhaps it will jolt me back into the free-
spirited, fun-loving, and peppy gym bunny that I adore and wish to
develop within and without. Any words of encouragement would be greatly
appreciated. Like any good gym bunny, I thrive on positivity. :)
(Note: the story line and characters might not make much sense without
reading the previous two stories)
My Memorial Day of memories started out with plenty of sparkle! That's
sweat if you didn't know. Jenny and I have been planning on a full day
with plenty of adventure. We are both off from the training studio, but
definitely needed to get a workout in.
Starting at 5:00am, knowing that the gym would be rather empty I opted
for just a gray and white sports bra, matching hot shorts, and pink
tennis shoes. After arriving and dishing my light weight pink jacket
Jenny and I hit the kettlebells with resilience. 300 swings baby!
That'll put some curves to your rump and slice away the weekend pizza!
I took a shower in the trainers' lounge and slid into a pair of ankle
length black leggings/yoga pants, a pink tank and a white hoodie jacket.
Yeah, I wasn't going to the supermarket in my sports bra and little
shorts. That would be too girly in such a public place.
The grocery run was quite the experience. I left the fitness studio
telling Jenny that I'd meet her at 11:00 at the Nike outlet. Hopping
into my little proton yellow VX I skirted across town to the old grocery
I used to work at. I thought that I had manned things up enough. I mean,
I was wearing black pants and a white jacket. I had taken the pink
scrunchie out of my hair and I hadn't reapplied much makeup. Just some
glittery moisturizer for the lips and a bit of powder. But I guess my
pink sneaks and pink tank were not butch enough. When out in public I
try not to be overly femme as when I'm in the gym. I try to be more
understanding of others because I wish the same from them to me. But I
don't always pull that off. I guess that's one of the complications with
being a gym bunny. Sometimes, if not most times, you can't help but
exude a spunky and femme glow. Lol. Anyway, I made it through the aisles
and loaded up my cart with ample vegetation and fruits without much
fuss. But it was at the checkout that I hit a speed bump. My old boss
was working the counter! I might be aloof to a lot of things, but I have
learned that being around old acquaintances is not always in my best
interest. I mean, I don't pay as much attention to glares and snide
remarks as I used to, but encounters like this often sky rocket my blood
pressure. Nevertheless, I was going to be strong. I'm proud of who I am
and no one else can steal that away from me. The encounter was not at
all what I had feared, but it was also kind of gross. My old boss didn't
recognize me at first. He addressed me as "little lady." He did that
with all the women, btw. But about half way through my cart, it was one
of those OMG moments. He couldn't believe that it was me. He stammered
out comments about my hair, my clothes, my weight loss and figure. It
wasn't all complimentary but it wasn't an "I'm so proud of you,"
situation. It was kind of creepy actually. It was like he was battling
in his mind with whether or not to scorn me or seduce me. Eeeewwwww. I'd
rather he scorn me and tell me to never come back. I don't think I'll be
coming back anyway. Though Johnny, the bag boy, was as sweet as he could
be, bagging my groceries and taking them out to my truck, I still don't
think I want to be back. As I drove off, some of the workers there were
riding him hard and he had this sort of dumbfounded look on his face. I
interpreted it as though he didn't have a clue as to who I was and the
other workers were chiding him about flirting with me.
Sorry about that. I didn't plan on being so gabby on that last little
bit.
I got home about 10:00, put away all my groceries, and had just enough
time to pack my green backpack for some shopping fun and then hiking
with Jenny.
The supermarket scenario made me realize that pink should be out for the
outlet mall so I chose to put on some cute denim shorts that Jenny had
passed down to me. They were too tight on her hips and she thought
they'd fit me great. She's got a bubble butt!! Lol! (And yes I know
you'll be reading this girl! :). I slid into a plain white t shirt with
cap sleeves that I could roll up a bit: and if I got too hot, I could
tie the shirt tail up in a knot-maybe give a glimpse of belly. For
shoes, I opted for white converse with a red stripe-the kind you see
girls wearing all the time now. Boys wear them too. That's why I thought
they'd be a good choice. I decided also to wear my hair down instead of
up in a pony tail. In my backpack I packed some little short black
shorts and an old sleeveless shirt. Jenny had told me that the trail we
were hiking had a swimming hole so I also threw in my orange bikini.
Hey! Don't judge. I wear a sports bra all the time anyway. Lol! A gym
bunny's got to be a gym bunny! It is what it is.
I knew that our shopping couldn't be too long. Jenny and I needed to get
to the trail head, change clothes, and hike about an hour and a half
into the woods. If we wanted to spend any time at all at the swimming
hole, we needed to make our shopping spree short.
Pulling into the outlet mall right on time, there were very few parking
places in front of the Nike outlet. I had to park in front of the Disney
outlet and walk down past the Merrell store (a needed stop) to get to
the Nike store. The mall was packed with vacationers and lots of old
people. Typical. :). Anyway, I walked into the Nike store greeted by
Jenny singing out, "Hey there girlfriend! Looking fabulous!" Of course,
all eyes were now on me. Leave it to Jenny not to let me just disappear
among the shoppers. She's always pulling that, trying to put attention
on me. But I love that girl to pieces. Much of who I am today is to her
credit (mischievous as she is). We looked around a bit, tried on some
cute tennis shoes and running shorts, and teased some of the workers
there with possible sales. I tell you, though I'm not that into guys,
having a guy help you try on shoes makes you feel like a princess-even
if it is tennis shoes. I ended up buying a few pairs of no show socks on
clearance and got a pair of cute athletic flip flops. Baby blue with a
pink swoosh.
We only had time for a stop at the Merrell store. They are a name brand
of hiking boot if you didn't know. It was straight to the ladies' aisle.
I never buy men's shoes anymore. They're just too bulky for this gym
bunny-and of course, they're never bright and cheerful. I found me a
great pair of boots with ankle support and with shades of pink to
brighten up that dull gray. Btw, hiking boots are not the most
flattering of footwear. They make even the skinny Minnie's look like
they've got fat feet. But with that being said, I adore the look of my
hiking boots with short shorts. They make my legs look long and slender.
Now I'll drink to that! Got a few pair of hiking socks and then it was
off to the trail...finally!
Jenny and I hopped into my VX, grabbed a Starbucks on the way out of
town, and made our way into the hill country. We rolled the windows
down, opened up the sunroof and car danced as we sang along with the
likes of Aerosmith and bon jovi. I bet you'd never guess which Aerosmith
song we listened to three times! Lol. We are so cheesy. Winding through
the mountains, we eventually climbed a steep gravel road. There are tons
of hiking trails all around us. There are rivers, creeks, caves, and
nice lookout points. But some of them are tough to get to. And this one
was high up on the hillside. Jenny wanted to introduce me to a new trail
that she had discovered, but had never had a chance to check it out.
It's pretty isolated. We drove past three trail heads to get there and
every one of them was covered up with holiday traffic. When we arrived
at our trailhead, we both changed out of our shopping gear and into our
hiking clothes. Jenny must have been crawling around in my head because
she had the exact same outfit on as I did-or at least close enough that
you would have thought we had planned it. We both had on orange bikinis.
The only difference between us (besides the obvious bulges top or bottom
:)) was that here was a shoe string tie and mine was more full bodied
with racer back straps on the top. We both had put on black sleeveless
shirts that were cast offs from "Fit by Design" (that's the fitness
studio where we are both trainers if you didn't know). We had both also
chosen black hot pants with 3 inch inseam for our pants. I knew there
was a reason why Jenny was so insistent on the orange pair of hiking
socks. She had on the exact same pair. Jenny also put on hiking boots.
They were Columbia brand with light blue trim. I dug out my new Merrells
with the pink trim and pulled them on while Jenny brushed through my
hair and pulled it up into a ponytail tied off with orange bands. We
took turns rubbing each other's arms and legs down with bug
repellent-something of which I'm sure you wish you had a video. Yeah, me
too! ;)
The hike took us back into deep thick woods on nothing more than what
looked like a goat trail. Had it not been for the orange and the pink
ribbons tied to trees we would have surely gotten lost. We wove around
in s-like patterns down steep hillsides. We could hear the creek running
but the thick forestry and steep bluffs prevented us from reaching the
water too soon. Eventually, we made our way around a bend and we were
able to follow the creek bed back up to the double waterfall. It took us
about 2 hours to get there, helping each other at various phases to
climb over fallen trees and descend over large boulders. The waterfall
was beautiful. It looked like something out of the photo books of
Hawaii. Ferns traced the rigid bluffs around us and the 60 ft double
waterfall splashed into a turquoise blue pond of water. Jenny and I
looked around a bit and took some pictures. Of course, we had to take
some selfies too. A gym bunny can't do anything without pausing for a
selfie. Obviously, we took advantage of being in such an isolated place
to go for a swim. We both slide out of our boots and socks and black
tops and shorts. Jenny looked incredible. She always does. I'm so
envious. We waded into the water very slowly. It was soooo freaking
cold! But it felt great. We splashed around like the best of friends
that we are, waded up under the waterfall, and then laid out on the
rocks to sunbathe in the afternoon sun.
Jenny and I had some serious talks about me, about her, and about us,
intermixed with our own flirty cuddling, wrestling and such. The way
she rubbed her hand over my abs and played with my chest under my swim
top was a pretty good indicator that she meant to be more than the tease
that she usually is. She's always flirted with me and I've always
flirted back, but it always seemed like more of a close bonding between
us. My hands found her body in reciprocation. It was all more petting
and caressing than trying to get anywhere-something more than what good
friends experience together. I wonder if Jason's disappearance and
Candie's growing exposure has anything to do with it. I could have
stayed there at that spot with her all night, but we were interrupted.
sigh
Had it not been for the howling of some college aged guys making their
way to the falls, I'm pretty sure that we would have kissed. By this
time, we had both pretty much dried out. Jenny and I put our clothes
back on, our socks and boots, gathered up our backpacks, and made our
way back up the trail as the group of post-college fraternity brothers
turned the bend. Jenny, being the wicked one she is, took me by the
hand and escorted me up the trail. As we passed the boys, she grabbed a
hold of my ass and grinned at them, saying, "Eyes to yourself boys, this
bunny belongs to me...all night long." Gosh, she's such a tease! But,
you know the best thing. Even after we were out of sight form those
guys, Jenny didn't stop holding my hand. Even when we had to separate
to climb the rocks or walk single filed, she'd reach back to me and take
my hand again.
The rest of the evening was rather mundane. Just like two friends, we
drove back into town and said our goodbyes. I know that our
relationship is moving along slowly. I'm still adapting to being
Candie. Jenny is still adapting to Candie too. I mean, I'm still
Jason, or Jace, as Jenny sometimes calls me. I'm cool with that and she
is too.
So, that's my memories of Memorial Day 2016. To be honest, I'd say it
was pretty lame to most who would read this. Right now, I've got better
things to do than worry about who likes my story. If I could give a bit
of advice, it would simply be to make memories every day.? Life is too
short to be worried and filled with anxiety.? Find something to cheer
about, something to giggle at, and something to embrace?or perhaps
?someone.??
feel free to give me a shout sometime.
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