"I f**king hate you" She shouted as I ran slightly ahead of her followed by my very overly energetic victory dance!
We have started our fitness regime, I have to say I hate exercise in any form, whether I win a race with my friend or not. So planning to start running probably wasn't the best idea I ever had.
Saying that though I joined the gym today, even the induction killed me! Within minutes I had mastered the "I'm not staring at you, opposite mirror people watch."
As I tried to look like I wasn't dying, I entertained myself with some important questions..... "Why the hell is that man running on the treadmill with a big woolly jumper on under his t shirt?" and "Where is that woman going that she is required to run for hours on the steepest incline in history??"
I have discovered that I could possibly be friends with the treadmill, but I am not on speaking terms with the cross-trainer! Bad, bad, bad! I managed only 2 whole minutes on that instrument of torture....Followed by an on the spot decision that I wasn't that bothered about being a skinny bitch after all...
I think those people who say they enjoy the gym are just kidding themselves......
The gym is evil. Simply Evil.
Why is life like this? I don't want Pippa Middleton's Ass...Just mine, expect less wobbly and a little more pert....If only there was an easier way....
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