Dear Backwards Hat Guy,
Don’t think that I didn’t notice you looking me up and down when you stepped on the treadmill next to me. I have had a horrible morning with one of my spin classes getting cancelled in Germany, and I really don’t need to be mentally undressed by anyone but my husband right now.
And, I also noticed you checking out my speed on my treadmill screen. You are not going to catch me today. I really needed this speed work to get out some frustrations with stupid people. Don’t even try to get up to my speed because your backwards cap suggests you care more about looking in the mirror and looking emo/preppy than you do getting a serious workout in. Pulllease! And your shoes? You look like you can afford a decent pair of “walking” shoes because that is all you are doing, but you chose to wear designer “workout” shoes that look ridiculous! Don’t even get me started about your tribal tatoo around your arm!
Oh no. You want to start ramping up the treadmill to match me. This could end badly for you. Trust me, I know. Okay, now you are looking over at me amazed/shocked that I’ve been running at the same pace for 4 miles, and you can’t keep up. I told you! Maybe it is your shoes? Or maybe your cap is obstructing your view. Oh nevermind, you have a cap on indoors and you have it on backwards. It can’t be that!
Fellow (female) runner who kicked your emo a$$ today on the treadmill
Okay, so maybe I’m a little moody today! And you know what I got for thinking all of those negative thoughts about that poor guy on the treadmill next to me? When I got off the treadmill, I picked up my camelback, and it was dripping all over the floor. It had sprung a leak somewhere, and leaked all over my cell phone, money, and weightlifting mini notebook. Oh well. I don’t regret it!
I had a huge rant post in my head from the happenings of this morning, but I decided against posting it…for now. Instead, I started contemplating about whether it would be less than classy to post a rant that deals with my volunteer employer in a negative light. I would love to say many not so nice things about him, but I will just say that he did not handle a manner with class and respect regarding an issue with the gym and me.
I was pissed and needed to workout! The nearest gym is about a mile and a half away from my in-law’s house so I decided to run over there instead of getting one of them to drop me off. Plus, they were busy with work. I loaded up my camelback up with essentials: free gym trial pass that I printed off online, driver’s license, $5, my bank card just in case, and of course, chapstick. When I got there, I did 4 miles at 8:06 pace, cooled down, weight lifted, then ran 1.5 miles back home. By the time I got home I was starving! A green monster with peanut butter and a good beating at the gym does wonders for the angry, skin crawling, livid, want to scream out loud and punch somebody soul.
Do you choose to rant about private matters on your blog?
Oh, and the rest of today should be great especially after my great workout! And it is rehearsal dinner time tonight!