I like to own my mistakes so I can fix them quickly and move on, and for that reason I must beg your pardon, dear reader. Please forgive me for my last post. It was unbelievably sanctimonious, coming from someone who is busy peddling her ass.
I've wracked my tiny brain trying to figure out the best business model for hinder marketing. I want everyone to have a strong ass to call their own, and this has led me to carefully consider everything that goes into making a proper arse of yourself. It comes naturally to some of us, but you may need a few pointers. I found a photograph from thirty some odd years ago and the moment I laid eyes on it, it transported me back through the years to my first big road ride. I was fourteen or fifteen years old when I took this, and soaked to the bone.
LOOK at those helmets!! This was taken in Jasper National Park, en route from Jasper to Banff, I believe.
Back in those days I was as likely to be traversing the Rockies in a canoe as on a bike.
We would sleep under a tarp secured atop our canoes,
after a day spent travelling downstream through the mountains on a glacier fed river. We spent much of that time in song, as we imagined the Voyageurs did. I still sing at the top of my lungs when I ride!
I saw a few bear along this stretch over the years. It's the North Saskatchewan River, and we canoed it between Nordegg and Rocky Mountain House every chance we got. This has almost nothing to do with how you're going to have that arse you've been dreaming of, but I owe my sanity to my early outdoor adventure experiences. We all need to feel that connection with the planet we inhabit. It was there that I first understood the power and joy to be derived from old-fashioned ambulation. And my love of getting about under my own steam definitely has a lot to do with the strength and definition you see in my body today.
I built that thigh with lots of rides, beginning waaaaaay back when, but it's stronger than most, cause when the boys came along, I just added them to the bike, first in a trailer, then on a trail bike, and then on their own. And you know I ride whenever possible, and I push a bit of weight hauling the goods home from Costco once a week or so.
My legs and my muscly butt are simply the expression of my love of bicycles.
That, and the KISS list. The KISS list incorporates movement and basic habits I've learned through trial and tons of error. It's your distilled recipe for health and wellness, a few simple tips from a simpleton, designed to make your life better.
I've hears that people only really value the things they pay for, and that made me think at first that the KISS list should strictly be for sale, but you know me. I think health and wellness is priceless. I know that these things will be extremely valuable to anyone who commits to doing it, (a few friends already have!) but I can't help but babble on, and I always love to share. So I am going to publish the KISS list here so everyone can use it as they will. I will publish it along with Peace Pussy and the Nearly Naked Truth. Even just adopting the first three points of the KISS list will make an enormous difference in your energy levels and general well-being. Your body probably doesn't hold you to exacting standards the way mine does me, but yours will certainly respond well to the list. I will also set up a new YouTube channel so I can show you a few of my favourite exercises, and share a few of my favourite dishes. Soon, I promise.
When you notice the difference in your health and wellness, and you definitely will, you are most welcome to leave a payment. How's that for a business model? Give it away and hope they pay later.
You can see why mum used to tell me to Keep It Simple Stupid, and why the KISS list is perfect for a girl like me.