Sensible shoes are a commuters best friend
I was walking to work today and came upon a bicyclist getting ready for her commute. She had on an expensive looking helmet, reflector strips on her jacket, and was in the process of hitching her pant legs up with two bright orange reflector strips that wrapped around her calf...and I certainly won't begrudge anyone doing whatever they can to protect themselves from the asshole/drunk drivers in this town. But as I got closer I saw...no...she wouldn't, after padding herself for the elements? She hopped right on the bike...in her three-inch stiletto heels. Jesus. I wasn't joking about DC being a random amalgam of characters. Sometimes I wonder if this city is just some open-air insane asylum.
So, does anyone know any good butt exercises? Preferably one that doesn't involve laying down, because that seems to be the deal breaker between me and my Pilates tape. When I turned 28, all my friends told me, "get ready to get fat." (Thanks friends!) And I laughed them off with my pre-28 year old metabolism mindset. Lo', the beer and burgers I have consumed this summer have taken up not a sublet, like the contract stated, but a long-term lease on my ass. It didn't help that I spent six weeks in July and August eating catered buffet dinner every night (and when in the history of the universe has anyone ever exhibited portion control at a free buffet?) and taking taxis home every night at 11 p.m. So now I've got this unwanted, holdover tenant to evict from my ass. Any advice or assistance for the legal retainer would be much appreciated.