Thursday, January 24, 2008

Today is the First Day of the rest of my Blog

Here goes nothings.

I hope the two people reading this (Hi Shannan & Amy!) don't need me to introduce myself or explain my motives for starting this blog. But just in case someone stumbled across this page and hasn't hit the "back" button just yet - I am a 25 year old single lady (disclaimer: the word "lady" is used loosely around here) living in Kansas City.

And as far as my motive, writing a blog at work can look more like "actual work" than reading a blog at work. So, I guess it is just a strategy for me to be able to slack off even more at work. And yes, the concept of creating more work for myself while at work to avoid doing work escapes me.

So without further ado, let me tell you about my trip to the the gym last night.

I hate running. Really I do. I've gotten better at it over the past year (though improving over "running" at 3.0 mph for 15 seconds isn't that great of an accomplishment). However, with my new super-bra, I loathe the treadmill just a bit less...

The Ellipticals are a hot commodity as others hate running as much as I do, which is why they are usually all taken. Two nights ago I had to use a treadmill. There was the underwear fiasco* and the tripping-and-almost-falling-off incident. Other than that, I did a walk/run combination for 45 minutes (disclaimer: it was mostly walking). So you can see why I'd be pumped to get to the gym last night and, once again, find all Ellipticals taken. Resigned to my fate and convicted to my goal, I got on the treadmill. My M.O. is usually .25 mile walk, .25 mile run, .25 mile walk, .25 mile run etc... for 45 minutes. And I must say that I did an awesome job. I was having little to no difficulty running and I was able to do the whole 45 minutes in that pattern (because, honestly, most times on the treadmill is starts out in that pattern but usually ends of .43 mile walk, .07 run, .44 walk.. the rest: walk. About 1/3 of the way through, Hot Personal Trainer (HPT) got on the treadmill 2 down from me. I took this as a test of my focus and concentration. I knew that I had to block him out so I could focus on my goals, stay in the zone and concentrate on my breathing so mywork out would be more efficient, pull strength from the inside so that I could complete my workout strong.

I stared at him in the mirror during the rest of my run.

What else was I supposed to do?

*My underwear has gotten too big (due to, obviously, the weight loss) and usually my pants keep them in place, but last night I was wearing pants that were too big for me too, so as soon as I started running, my pants stayed in place (thankfully!) but my underwear fell down. Like, all the way off. I am pretty sure that anyone checking out my ass (which HAS to be every straight guy there, so that equals about none) would have thought that I had a poopy diaper.

8 comments:

Stevester said...

I cannot read the print, but I am sure it is awesome. Technically, everyone has better hair than me, since I shaved my head, but no one can touch the man-perm on my pubes. Well you can touch it, but..... nevermind.

Stevester said...

... And now that I can read it once I opened it outside of Lotus Notes, I always stared at your butt and I like poopy diapers. Wait...

Natasha said...

Aw, I miss you...

amy * stem * said...

Who is Steve and why does he have permission to read this? I thought this was for Shan and me.

Liz said...

I'm ready for a new post.. you got me addicted already lady.. though I doubt you've had many adventures since I saw you last night I'm fiending..
I'm also curious as to who this stevester character is..

Stevester said...

To Amy: Steve is Da Man, The Brown Bear lurking just past your peripheral vision, the slightly fat dorky guy in your IT department... or something.

amy * stem * said...

Wait. Stevester is Brown Bear of Natty Lite's old place of pretending to work??? I know of you Brown Bear and I already love you long time.

How's your mind? Blown?

Stevester said...

My mind, my wad...uh, wait....