Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been twenty years since my last confession. Just kidding. I am not even Catholic. Bernice is a fictional character I made up. Think about an old, angry woman in a nursing home who kicks off because she was served strawberry jello instead of her butterscotch pudding with cool whip!

But for the sake of this blog you are a more modern Dear Abbey if you will. Full of wit and hostile sarcasm.
So….

Dear Bernice,
I am obsessed with running. When I SAY that, it appears like I am. I want to again. I buy books on how to lose weight running, run faster, train for a marathon and stress free running. One of my favorite purchases is buying running gear mainly tanks with slogans on them, like run, rest,  repeat and you’re getting stronger. Maybe I LOVE these positive affirmations so much because I am working with being on my own after a break up.

My ex used to come over in his running gear. He’d wear a politically correct t-shirt about fighting cancer or a picture of a cute relative celebrating some holiday. Shorts over black tights and a baseball cap to shield the sun. At the time, it annoyed me. But now when I look back it was cute. Sexy if you will. He’d be all sweaty. Come in. Shower Make love then leave. It was ravishing to feel such a strong body.

Does he still run? I don’t know. I am not privy to the day to day. Which kills me, I miss being in the know.
I hear you slapping me Bernice.
Back to you. I love reading runners world magazine. They recently started putting more beautiful African American women on the cover. I recently read a blog called, Fat girl running. Settle down folks, that’s its name.

I signed up for a half in June. I see myself as this tone, glistening woman finishing the race with a body by tae boe, biking and yoga.

But Bernice how can I make this 48 year old body do it. Thoughts Bernice.

Thinking of chocolate,
Rita