It's too bad we aren't equipped with a rear-view mirror, meaning a mirror to view our rears. Today I set out to take some pictures of the local wild mustangs and I had this wonderful idea of getting a shot of me being out in nature, walking along the dirt road. I pictured a view of a lone soul, getting away to clear her head and be with the wilderness, be one with ...shit I don't know it just seemed like a good idea.
What I got was certainly a view, just not what I had envisioned. I have never been known to have a nice caboose, in fact that's my most hated feature which is why I'm usually wearing shirts large enough to cover it. Today I didn't wear such a shirt and I'm wishing I did. Or perhaps a burka would have sufficed. Then only my eyes would show and as luck would have it those are my favorite features! *Note to self...Google burka purchase.
And if you're wondering what a hatchet-ass is, imagine the mark left by a hatchet hitting a board square in the middle. That's my ass. My Grannie passed that ass down a couple generations, and she is in fact the person who coined the term. So while I can thank my late Grannie's genes for giving me my sad derriere, it doesn't have to stay that way. I've been thinking about doing another triathlon next summer in Denver - this may have just sealed the deal.