Not quite a month later I’ve doubled it. I ran 2 miles today. I have never ran that far in my life. I only walked for five minutes, the rest of it was running, baby. I’m still running an 11 minute mile, but that is ok for now. I only have another mile and then I will be able to RUN a 5K. Once the distance is taken care of I can start working towards my time goal.
My gym partner,Bridgy, the amazing ran 2.5 miles and completed the entire 5K. (I had to go lift weights because of a time crunch and I am still working my ass off to get my arms to not suck so much in my dress)
Now that I have patted us on the back, I thought that I would take a moment to express befuddlement over a phenomenon I have never been able to comprehend.
The Gym Pickup.
Seriously? Who goes to pick and hit on people at the gym? Sorry, but the last place I would want to really pay attention to the opposite sex is when I am sweaty, fugly, and grunting while I lift weights.
I don’t wear my wedding ring at the gym because it is a TANK and my fingers swell. So, I have had a few guys try to engage in flirty conversation (Not hordes, just a few.). I don’t get it.
I have friends who meet MOST of their romantic entanglements at the gym. I don’t get that, either.
I am not one of these perky little Barbies that look awesome in gym clothes. Real girl, real sweat, real fugly. Want honest photography? Here you go. Me, and my untouched self after running 2.5 miles and hefting weights right before hopping in the shower. I’m not saying I’m a hag or anything but I just can’t see anyone wanting to pick up or flirt with a human in this state. It’s weird.
EHEM: For Heather, who stated in the comments: “Face it honey, you can’t take bad pictures!”
Take that for honest photography. I was hoping it wouldn’t come this.
Now, let’s put the little myth that Loralee cannot take bad photos to bed. I hope that wasn’t as painful for all of you as it was for me.