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Pixie (her on-screen name) and I have been emailing back and forth for a few days. We have struck up that kind of friendship-in-the-ether that girls do when they are sharing laughter at their situations. I’ve sent her articles to read, she comments and tells me that her daughter insisted that she try online dating.
Pixie and I have traded spots every so often in the top three most popular profiles on Fitness.com. Let’s be clear: popular doesn’t translate to dates. It only means how many folks have looked at our photos. It’s our occasional habit to sneak a peek at the competition. Pixie, for example, is a competitive bodybuilder.
DAMN GIRL. She’s 55.
This woman absolutely blows me away. Because I’m also a bodybuilder —not this good, no way— -I know what kind of work ethic she possesses. I’m not too shabby but I can’t compete with that. Nor should I. She’s in her own class, just as I am. Just as you are. We all are.
People like Pixie and I have a particular challenge, even on Fitness.com. That site is supposedly where those of us who are athletes in a broad…