So I'm doing this new thing sometimes called getting off my ass and actually going to the gym - So far so good. I actually don't feel like I'm dying after my run this morning like I thought I would be...
Wowie, the last time I went to a gym, I fell off the elliptical because I forgot I wasn't on a treadmill and started jogging instead of gliding. Which just set off a disastrous chain reaction of people laughing so hard at me that they dropped weights on their feet. I was asked to leave and never come back.
A sometimes promo girl with a penchant for booze, boys and books. I'm an ex-Ivy Leaguer wasting away in the barren wasteland that is Edmonton, Alberta. I'm a physical anthropology grad (think CSI, but less glamorous) and I busy myself with stuff that doesn't fully utilize my degree by day.
4 comments:
Go you! I wish I was more self-disciplined.
Yeah, now that I have a gym in my building I can't really justify not going...
My hat's off to you, team gingerbread!! I've got a treadmill in my BASEMENT and I can't even get my act together and get down there!
Wowie, the last time I went to a gym, I fell off the elliptical because I forgot I wasn't on a treadmill and started jogging instead of gliding. Which just set off a disastrous chain reaction of people laughing so hard at me that they dropped weights on their feet. I was asked to leave and never come back.
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