Sojourner's Truth

30’s the new 20 n*gga I’m so HAWT still (Uhh)
I’ma better broad
With a better automobile (Uhh)

~30 Something Remix: Jay Z featuring SoJo

I keep hearing about a universe in which black folk (especially black women) don’t take care of themselves physically. I started to look around and ask myself “where they do dat at?” Because at first, I believed it. That is, until I decided to run stroll strun The Peachtree Roadrace (4th of July 10K) this summer. All of a sudden, I began to look around at my ATL Facebook friends (high school, college buds and colleagues) and saw that the majority of them were getting themselves ready for it as well. And others, began their mornings or ended their evening w/ posts about their fitness routine.

Then, I discovered the beauty that is Stone Mountain. A little over 1.5 miles up and approx 5 miles around. 4 – 5x a week, I was hitting it like a beast during the summer. Lo and behold, I also found out that Stone Mountain was actually CLUB Stone Mountain. Different races and faces at any given time. And a whole, WHOLE buncha “us”. I told several of my single girlfriends that while they were whining about the lack of good men in Atlanta, they needed to go conquer the mountain. I’ve never been by myself and NOT had a fine man try to holla. Same thing whenever I go to the international market. Young, black people who are taking steps to avoid some of the food, exercise and nutrition pitfalls that plague our community.

Now, I’ve been slacking off for the last couple of weeks, but I’m officially got back on the saddle today. I started w/ a run stroll strun at the mountain. And I’m beginning the dreaded P90X tomorrow. My LS, Sheek, told me that I need to take a before pic. So I did, but I ain’t posting it here because err…revealing… (lol). But here’s one of me last week. It’s not the clearest pic in the world, but oh well.

Now hopefully, my after pic will have more of a clearly defined waistline and a little less in the boobage uh-rea. I’m excited. Not so much for the physical changes, but just because I love exercising. And I love having people around me that feel the same way. My line sister, DinaMarie, completed the IronGirl Triathlon this year and my other LS, Lady Buddha, gets her fitness on daily. And of course, Sheek. She’s the one that got me the P90X and has the type of hawtness that inspires random, multiple car horns to sing melodies (as evidenced by our standing in the street yakking it up this afternoon).

So yeah, I’m in good company. I’m all set to yell the battle cry that I’ve been repeating all summer “THIS IS NOT A DRILL”!!!  <— MY CRUNK MANTRA!!  Who else is with me?????