"i woke up in the morning feeling like p diddy. grab my glasses, i'm out the door, i'm gonna hit this city. before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of jack. cuz when i leave for the gym i aint coming back." just your average saturday morning.
day three straight of EJ:x. for those who don't talk dirty, that's xxx. it's a surefire sign that you wear short shorts a lot to the gym, when the first thing you hear is not: "good morning beautiful" or "great to see ya" or "welcome to the jungle!" it's: "what are you doing wearing pants?" hmm, note to self. less is more.
apart from my legs not being the real topic of todays discussion, we started off fabulously as per usual. kicked things off with sniffles and the group. phase one, kinesis. nothing better than heavy plates and loud music to get you off first thing on a saturday morning. oh la la. just as soon as we started we were finished. 7 minutes just flies by when you're having fun. so i saddled up on my boyfriend une bicyclette and geared up for 7 minutes in heaven. no this didn't involve a closet. not today anyway.
big al was large and in charge of us for phase two, cardio. i noticed something when i was givin' er today. i always look at the same thing when i'm biking: the house numbers on the condo across the road from the junkyard. i know there's a zero involved. and i'm pretty sure a two. tomorrows mission, if you choose to accept, is to find and photograph the street number. i always pretend like i'm getting closer, and that the numbers are, in fact, increasing. but alas, no distance. just a pain in the ass. i also figured out that i have a pretty serious bike face, which sometimes can look like a scowl. there's botox for that, so not to worry.
increased group traffic today made me have to last longer on the bike. that, and i was a lot sweatier than normal. wow, innuendoes much? i tell ya, pretty soon the only kind of relationship the bike and i are going to have is a dysfunctional one. and i'll be driven to drink and too stubborn to leave. it's not that easy. my cd's are in the trunk.
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