So I made the 2 mile mark yesterday. I did it in 21 minutes, but it was not very pretty. The guy next to me kept looking over - probably because I looked like I was going to die!
As much as I hate running, I love going to the gym. I see so many interesting and crazy things all the time. It's a great place to go people watch - plus we don't have cable so I can catch up on Million Dollar Matchmaker while I exercise.
Just last night I saw a woman leaving the co-ed workout room, wearing a white shirt and nothing underneath! I don't care how masculine your body is, every woman needs some kind of support. I do feel better when I see crazy things, because I know that I will fit right in with everyone else. The harder I try to be cool and look like I know what I'm doing, the more likely I am to embarrass myself!
Gotta run, have to take Nicholas to school, the other kids to art class, I'm babysitting today, soccer practice, swim lessons, and book club. It's a good thing today is my "rest" day.