Sorry for so much of my stupid face on here lately, but this is how I felt about the weather today.
Today I woke up and could feel all 55 degrees Fahrenheit blooming open inside me before I even stepped outside. It was as though I'd been wearing a bulky mascot's costume for several months and finally had the chance to step out of it and breathe. Walking to the gym, the smell of thawed earth and melting snow was like laughing gas.
My efforts to get in shape over the last five years have been flighty at best. Noncommittal flirtations with running, no wait cycling, no wait elliptical training haven't exactly yielded results as my zaftig doughiness seems to inch closer each year towards regular garden-variety Fat. I finally got religion when the scale blinked back a scary highest-ever-recorded-number in late 2008 and have been sweating bullets at OU's rec center every day since I've been back on campus. I'm now at x minus 11 pounds. Seeing as how I have to wear a slinky strapless dress in front of half my high school graduating class in July, I could stand to keep up this habit.
Crafting impeccable treadmill playlists keeps it interesting for me. Not to pat myself on the back here, but Kraft, I have one I need to burn for you.
1 comment:
do it. i could use it. if i here "disturbia" by rhianna one more time my hair might catch on fire on the treadmill. if you like bad pop hip hop, i have a mix for you, as well.
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