"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort

Monday, April 07, 2008

A Rack is for guns..

So, I'm at the gym at work mind you. And theres only two other people in there, when along comes this old guy I'd never seen. Remember, there's 2,000 people at my job. I'm watching my Dr. Phil, rounding out mile number two, at a steady pace, which is at 4.3, 4% incline, an upgrade from a 4.1. I can manage to jog for 15-20 minutes straight now, when I use to do intervals of five minutes.

Old guy gets on the eliptical next to me, and keeps looking over at me. I'm minding my business watching my TV show, concentrating on my smokers deep breathing. He told me "you have a nice jog" I said "what?". He said it again, and I said, "oh, thank you". And went about my business.

The more I thought about it, I think he was checking out my rack. Not that it goes anywhere cus I do wear a sports bra under my tshirt. Freaking perv. So I stopped at 3.5 miles and did another 3 on the stationary bike. Fucked up my routine!

I also heard today, that someone teaches boxing at work in one of the conference rooms and it is my personal mission to find out the details tomorrow. All I have to say about that is...Momma said knock you out......let that old fart check out my rack again. Pla-dow!


Bianca said...

Hee. :D

Whitney said...

So I must have skimmed over the part where you mention that you have a gym at work and all I could concentrate on was someone teaching boxing in a conference room at work. In my head, I pictured businessmen in suits just going at it and I was thinking, "HOLY CRAP. I HAVE GOT TO GET A JOB THERE BECAUSE THE HUMOR, IT IS RUNNING RAMPANT." And then, I realized I am an idiot. So, that is the basis of this incredibly long and pointless comment. Happy Tuesday!

Samantha said...

I find when people stare at your rack, if you slightly squeeze your boobs together with your arms, you can make some people go cross eyed. That's always good for a laugh :D