Tuesday, January 31, 2012


I hate running.

It blows.

But it burns off that extra crap I've been carrying around for the last 5 years, 
and dang it... I'm sick of being jiggly.

Anyone seen this?

When I get on that cursed machine, I've got my head in the game...
I'm revved up...
I'm feeling ready to feel the burn...

5 minutes in... I'm the kid in yellow.

10 minutes in, I feel like I want to take a bat to the dumb timer telling me I've only done 10 minutes.

12 minutes... I hear "Another one bites the dust" on my iPod,
and because 70% of the songs I hear, evoke some sort of dance memory, 
this pops in my head...

Right around 1:05 where she really puts her ass into it....
Ok.  Back in the game!

16 minutes...  I'm back to the kid in yellow again, and now feel a little sick.

Finish my 20 minutes.
Drive home.
Throw up.
Brush teeth.
Take shower.
Write this for no real reason.

Going to bed.
Good night.

1 comment:

  1. I always feel like Pheobe from Friends when she went running with Rachel around Central Park... arms flailing, legs in disarray, panting. You get the picture!


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