Over the weekend (which was filled with movies, late nights and some poor liquor choices), I skipped my workouts. I told myself I was allowed one day off, but after one day of heaven (and no, there will not be workouts in heaven for me, because they are not something I can lose myself in), who's gonna say no to two? So, two days gone. But now it's Monday again.
Today I temporarily forgot that I didn't have to run, but that I could merely follow along to some overenthusiastic person telling me to remember why I'm looking like an idiot trying to do side kicks at a frightening pace without turning out (as if that's even possible). As I attempt to do these ridiculous motions, I think to myself "lady, you're 5' 5", have a six-pack and probably weigh as much as I did in middle school", of course unable to say this out loud due to lack of oxygen in my lungs. At the ten minute mark, I am already over it; my feet are slipping on the carpet, my bangs keep falling into my face, and it's hot in my room. I made it to twenty minutes before I tapped out like a sissy-la-la. I'm going to have killer legs and butt by the time this thing is done with, because I never seem to make it to the core workout, and when I do I'm so worried about strangling myself with my own neck that I can't complete the sets.
On a slightly related note, two of my friends also have birthdays in October, and we have decided this year to celebrate half-birthdays, meaning April. Should any of you choose to join in the celebration, I'm in the market for new running shoes. Or a gym membership. Because let's face it, side-stepping and jabbing in your bedroom just doesn't compare to making yourself look like a fool in the presence of strangers.
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