I really hate working out. I mean, I hate knowing that I really should get my butt outside or to the gym everyday so I can keep my calorie intake/calories burned ratio at a normal level. It's not fair. I mean, I guess I do feel pretty accomplished when I finish a run or something, but during, I want to die. It takes all that I have to not stop, sit down and eat a cupcake or something instead. However...I LOVE workout clothes. Love them. I wish my entire wardrobe consisted of running shorts, sports bras and dri-fit tee shirts. I think I like them so much because I feel like a total athlete when I wear stuff like that. Such a poser, I know, but still. I bought some new running shorts yestday and a new running shirt that totally "breathes." They are way cute and I feel so in-shape when I put them on, even though, TRUST ME...I am not.
Anyways, back the part about me wanting to die when I run....How do you runners do it? Is there some sort of psychological thing you do when you run? Do you listen to certain music? Tell me because I want to be able to like to run. I want to feel legit when I put on my Nike gear. What's the secret??
In other news...
Me and Heather played tennis last night. We totally battled the elements and played in a thunderstorm, risking our lives to claim victory. There was the seriously old lady playing next to us for a while, before the downpour. She had to be at least 90 years old. She was playing with her granddaughter (great-granddaughter???) and let me tell you, she was good, really really good. She was whacking the ball back and forth like it was nobody's business. Me and Heather had to keep ourselves from staring at her. We would look at each other and be like "Um, yeah, that grandma could totally WORK US." She was straight out of Wimbledon...but like Wimbledon 1925. It was really funny, but really embarassing too. Heather ended up kicking my butt. She usually does. But let me explain. Heather totally dated this like, pro-tennis player for a while so that's why she is so freaking good. He molded her into the player she is today. Props to her for taking advantage. That's what I should do....find a pro-tennis player to go out with so we can go on dates to the tennis courts. Oh wait, that's right, NO ONE WILL DATE ME!!!!!!
Alright. I am going to go get a cupcake. Peace out.
3 comments:
Brianne... I miss you, move back to logan! I live alone (basically) and I have no friends anymore because the one's I did have all got girlfriends or boyfriends. What is it with people and dropping off the face of the earth once you get a significant other? Eliza and Chuck didn't do it so that gives me faith that it is entirely possible to not dissapear into couples world at the first appearance of someone of the opposite sex (that is interested.) speaking of the opposite sex... I'm sorry about "J" seriously... lame. Boys are ridiculous anyway... who needs them (oh wait I seem to...) But I have come to the conclusion that I can be a strong independant woman once again! You too hon! I miss you and I will call you tomorrow night to talk! later chica!
It's "Heather and I"
And you are always saying you are a grammar snob.
Get a life jen, really.
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