The power of the ride, by jamie hoffpauir, creator of the pauir Workout Top and pauir athletic apparel: Because when I’m moving, I’M ALIVE.

The power of the ride

It’s time. NOW. To stop talking, quit whining and start moving. Where some hear “time is up”, I hear the crack of a pistol. Head down, eyes straight, not looking left or right. NEVER BACK. Even when I’m flirting a boundary or venturing off the grid, I am always on the track of never backing down or quitting.

Meditating on goals I’ve visualized, methodical in my pursuit, my mantra steers me towards my reality. Negative, self-defeating thoughts = loser. I’m thriving, not surviving, fuck you very much.

Hills, wind, heat, exhaustion … none are reasons for turning around. Draw a line in front of me and I’ll roll, run, jump, climb or crawl over it … whatever it takes.

I welcome pain, letting it knock up against me and rebounding into the brush. My body is and was never my enemy — it’s a vehicle I’m building to carry me forward.

My spirit does the real work, churning through a race I didn’t sign up for but I’m sure as hell gonna win.

Jamie Hoffpauir of Bellevue, Ky., presents the pauir Workout Top by pauir athletic apparel - http://www.pauirathleticapparel.com

Jamie Hoffpauir of Bellevue, Ky., presents the pauir Workout Top by pauir athletic apparel – http://www.pauirathleticapparel.com

You’re either with me or I don’t know you. Naysayers, yoga pants and sad-eyed ribbon wavers, just … don’t. I don’t need an assist. I graciously leave you and all resentments by the roadside (not so graciously: eat my dust).

I forge pacts with conquerors. Via gritty determination, intelligence and a love for all that seems “wrong,” we beauties laugh without restraint, cry when we want and marvel at our imperfections. We are raw, real, graceful and forever fearless.

I wear a face of perseverance, not a mask of fear. My soul is tattooed with vigilance. My veins are wrought iron. My gaze is unblinking. I’ve earned what you see on me, and what I choose to wear is my armor, my badge.

jamie hoffpauir

jamie hoffpauir

I breathe in the poetry of sidewalk chalk, exhale graffiti spray can fumes and bask in the noon and neon light.

I am stronger than I ever imagined I could be and I’ll figure out what I need to do.

And it will always be revolve around motion.

Because when I’m moving, I AM ALIVE.

 

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