Exercise gives you endorphins....endorphins make you happy

 

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.