Oh My Good God I Am So @$%&^*(# Out Of Shape!

Now, I used to be pretty active when I lived on the coast in Ventura CA. Nice cool ocean breezes and a bike path along the beach are pretty conducive to getting a little exercise now and then. Since moving to hot smoggy Bakersfield 4 years ago, it's been really hard to get up and going. Personally, I think there is something in the water here that turns people into lazy SUV driving slobs. Not to mention that if you do decide to walk or bike somewhere you might as well paint a huge bullseye on your back because you turn into game ready to be hunted down by those SUV driving slobs. Seriously, you take your life into your hand just trying to cross the street here. In the crosswalk. Where drivers are supposed to stop and let you cross the street.
So, anyway, this morning my husband is leaving for work and comes back in to say he is taking my car because he has a flat tire. So, okay, the only place I need to go is the little postal annex and wal-mart for more kitten milk, both of which are only 1/2 mile away. I'll ride the bike, I think to myself. So, after digging the bike out of the garage, which is life threatening in itself, what with all the crap we have crammed in there, I get ready to hop on, only to find not one, but two flat tires on the bike. So how long has it been since I pulled that bike out of there to go for a ride? Long enough to have a thick layer of dust and cobwebs between the spokes.
So, okay, I'll walk, it's not that far and it's only about 90 out right now, shouldn't be too bad.
Well, about half way there, I was tempted to flag down a passing motorist and beg for a ride, or call a cab except I don't have a cell phone. I did make it, got my etsy orders in the mail, went to wal-mart, got a coffee from McDonalds, got the milk for the kittens, and headed home.
I feel like I ran a marathon, and remember, wal-mart is only 1/2 mile away. Arrgghh-time to get back into some sort of shape!
So, I'm determined to start running my errands on the bike instead of driving. It does seem kind of silly to drive when it takes longer to park and get into the store than it does to drive over there.