Drew had to go to the bathroom twice in the 55 minutes I was on the treadmill. That means twice I had to stop and take her. That means twice I had to pray that someone wouldn't remove my towel, water, Ipod, and keys, and steal my machine.
I was watching the Top 50 Infamous Arguments on the MLB channel and twice I blurted out, "Ooohh!" as someone on TV got smacked or taken down.
After that show was over I upped the speed, upped the volume on my Ipod, and just pushed it. I ended up blurting out in my white-girl rap voice, "Fine as wine, G." (Pumps and a Bump by MC Hammer is one of the best songs ever, BTW). I haven't been so embarrassed in a very long time.
I'm not declaring anything about this sudden spurt of visits to the gym. I know by the summer I'd like to be much more healthy than I am now but this is very much a no-pressure, no-declaration-of-goals kinda thing right now. When I go, I commit to 3.5 miles and a lot of sweat, that's all I can hold myself accountable for right now.
Now I just need to learn to keep my emotions in check and my mouth shut while I'm there. I'll be the one the other people are texting about - the one who blurts out at the gym. Don't you hate those people?
Fine as wine, G.
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