This weekend I bent the rules of reality.
I worked out on Saturday
AND
Sunday!!
Shocking, I know.
But it doesn't stop there. Oh no, the amazement continues.
I RAN both days!!
Stop doubting! I really did it!
I don't blame you for your utter disbelief. I can hardly believe it myself.
But I did it.
The guy on the treadmill next to mine couldn't seem to believe it either.
I was starting out on my 5 minute warm-up, listening to a Couch to 5K podcast when he showed up on the treadmill next to me. He gave me the look. You know what I'm talking about...the I'm-going-to-work-out-next-to-this-fat-chick-so-I-can-look-awesome-and-fit look.
You should have seen his face when I started jogging along right next to him.
I could read his face. It said, "Dang! Fat Girl can run!!"
Oh yeah.
Boo-yah.
Look at that blubber fly!
So I can run, bub. For all of 60 seconds before I needed a 90 second break to take a breather.
But I kept it up, and I ran for 60 seconds eight different times.
And each time I ran, I chanted in my head, "Go fat girl! Go fat girl! Go!"
In your face, treadmill boy!
2 comments:
Good for you!! That is awesome! Way to sock it to arrogant treadmill boy.
He wishes he were as cool as you! :)
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