Bikers are awesome.
When can you roam around public for hours in only spandex without thinking anything about it?
Only amongst bikers.
Abe and I had that discussion yesterday during our 35 mile bike ride as part of the annual Courage Ride, a fundraiser for cancer in the scenic Amish countryside in our area. I didn't have a second thought about any of the other bikers or even myself, regardless of the size and shape of their bodies (and my own). We were having fun riding bikes, listening to music, and eating treats, all while raising money for cancer.
I momentarily left this cheery lane of thought and went down a dark back alley of my mind that I unfortunately frequent more often than I'd like, to glance at how I looked in spandex. I noticed just how far my belly was poking out. This time, I took a quick peak and ran back out into the sunshine and shrugged it off.
Maybe that's why when it happened I actually took very little offense. I felt bad for the perpetrator more than anything but I couldn't blame him. I think it is a common advice to avoid even asking the question, but somehow it seems to continue to happen. And in this case, even to intelligent people with whom I feel great esteem (in this instance one of my old dental school mentors).
And so it happened:
"Looks like you are expecting!"
Yes, it does!
Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with expecting anything except a few more workouts and an increased commitment to healthy living.
It has more to do with the shape of my belly (which seems to stick out regardless of my size). The few extra pounds I'd like to shed. And hopefully, the spandex I was squished into.
So, in case you've been wondering, that's no bun in the oven...it's just my muffin top!
*And for those of you who are confused, the picture above is my proof that I CAN look more pregnant than most pregnant girls I know. I WAS hoping that it was just when I was trying, though.