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!