My mantra has always been, “I’m not running anywhere. Even if someone is chasing me with a knife, I’m not running because I’m sure as hell not dying out of breath.” I am the girl who wrote a scathing, thinly veiled short story skewering my middle school gym teacher (I did win a creative writing award for that one, though). I feigned a sprained
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My workout music suggestions -- anything by Aqua (I know, right? But it's so bouncy!) And I like a lot of Shawn's suggestions as well. If you're getting some Pink, get "So What" -- it's angry and peppy all at once.
And go go go!!!
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I've resigned myself to going this weekend to get the shoes. I just loathe the thought of going into a store with skinny, runner types and lumbering up the front like, "yeah, I need shoes." I also realize this is primarily all in my head, but my head can be pretty damned mean. I'm guessing they really don't give a crap about me and my big butt. Heh.
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