I went to spin class last night...you know since I feel obligated to go to every one of their evening classes since I feel somewhat responsible for them even being available. Well, the instructor as sweet as she is and as fun as she is....kicked my fat ass.
Which is great because I NEED it.
However,her idea and my idea of sprinting, are clearly two different ideas.
It's a love/hate relationship.
But I am going again tonight...tonight is classic rock night, should be interesting.
I've decided I need to look cuter when I am working out, for the only reason, that I forgot about all the hot guys at the gym. See, I haven't been going to a gym, I have just been working out at work. By myself. So, I can wear whatever grunged out clothes I want...because it's just me.
Note to self...If I want to get a man...the gym might be a nice place to get one and wearing shirts with holes in them and my hair all over the place might not be pleasing to look at.
Just because I don't want to look like I never bathe or wash my clothes at the gym doesn't mean I am going to show up in full on hair and make-up because I think that is just the dumbest thing ever. It irritates me so much...I am there to work out not to win a beauty contest.
Now maybe if this guy was at my gym, I might change my last sentence.
Also, I definitely wouldn't question if he was my husband. Like ever.
I think I need to start investing in some of these clothes...
Clearly I have an obsession with pink.