{"id":92,"date":"2006-12-16T11:07:11","date_gmt":"2006-12-16T16:07:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kaitlyn-marsue.net\/?p=92"},"modified":"2006-12-16T11:07:11","modified_gmt":"2006-12-16T16:07:11","slug":"extra-large-my-butt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kaitlyn-marsue.net\/?p=92","title":{"rendered":"Extra large&#8230; my butt!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">Weekend after weekend, Bill has been dragging Kaitlyn and I to the car, stuffing us in and driving to some path just past an almost-shabby looking hotel on the route to Chamrousse.  He&#8217;d heard that if you took that path, you&#8217;d get to a waterfall.  So we tried.  The third Sunday in a row he proposed making the trek, I think I burst into tears.   That&#8217;s the only waterfall he&#8217;s seen so far.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">A few days later I decided that maybe part of my reluctance to hike is that I simply do not <u>look<\/u> the part.  Forget my perfect pear -shaped figure.  No, no, the clothes.  Like Ted in Curious George, I knew I needed to dress for the role of \u0093avid hiker.\u0094  He got a yellow suit with a matching hat. (the new khaki)  <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">I knew just the place to make my transformation.  A store called Decathlon.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">See, this very strange thing happens to me when I go into a store like Decathlon.  With absolutely no experience or ability, I become 98% convinced that I am actually athletic.  I think that with the right shoes and a new outfit, I can hike or bike or ski or play tennis.  (Ok, I can play tennis sort of, which is more than I can say for those other things)  So once I went in, I just knew that some hiking clothes would actually give me the ability and desire to hike with Bill.  <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">I got black fleece pants,  a mint green fleece top and a paprika colored jacket.  All in the largest size I could find.  I didn&#8217;t get the really cool hiking pants with pockets that would have carried my cell phone and id and cash (you never know when you&#8217;ll find a place to shop)&#8230; the biggest size I could find of those was a French XL.. marked US 12.  Looking at them, I just knew they weren&#8217;t even  going to <u>be<\/u>  a 12.   I didn&#8217;t buy the hiking boots I found.  I should have.  Ironically, it&#8217;s hard to find my small size here.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">That was a couple of weeks ago.  And for a couple of weeks, my hiking clothes have sat in my super cool bag from Decathlon (it&#8217;s nylon and tucks into a little plastic ball you can easily drop into your purse).  I&#8217;ve been afraid to try them on.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><font face=\"Tekton Pro, sans-serif\"><font size=\"4\">This afternoon I thought, hey, I  bet those fleece pants are comfortable for just sitting around the house.  So I dumped my hiking attire out of the cool bag and pulled them on.  Barely.   For a country filled with pastries, bread, cheese and wine they don&#8217;t need big clothes.  This means I am actually going to have to GO HIKING in order to even fit into the small hiking clothes masquerading as big huge hiking clothes I bought without looking like a sausage.  Yumm&#8230; sausage&#8230;.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Weekend after weekend, Bill has been dragging Kaitlyn and I to the car, stuffing us in and driving to some path just past an almost-shabby looking hotel on the route to Chamrousse. He&#8217;d heard that if you took that path, you&#8217;d get to a waterfall. So we tried. 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