At the gym yesterday, the rack guy was there. I got on the furthest treadmill from him, and turned on Dr. Phil. He was watching it too. I was laughing at the lazy men (that was the topic) and he said "hey we're not all like that". Good for you buddy.
I did 4 miles in 50 minutes. I must say I'm pretty awesome. I'm also pretty freaking exhausted and can't wait for the weekend where I'll not workout at all and love it. Girl at work is complaining she isnt losing weight, dieting, and was talking about hiring a trainer. Mind you, she doesn't work out. I said why dont you try working out before you do that? Three hundred bucks a month for a trainer. Must be nice. And we have a gym at work, that's free. The boxing classes are 8 bucks for 30 minutes. So, I'm not doing it. Wasteful.
I was going to pick up my contacts after working out, but looking in the mirror was a bad idea. the only dry part on my shirt was where my sports bra was, the rest was a sweaty see-thru mess. My head dripping, face red. I was totally hot, and not in a good way. I took a picture of myself on my camera phone. Because I'm stupid like that.
When I got home to mark on my board that I worked out, I noticed I had a double workout for Thursday. I have the days of the week lined up, and at the bottom I wrote "exercise". I "X" the days I workout. The man had written next to my days of the week another line for each day and underneath drew stick figures um, copulating, and wrote at the bottom "sex". I must've laughed for 5 minutes over it, and that's another reason I love him to peices.