Only because I am lacking in the inspiration category am I posting a very blurry picture of myself (in the blue) taken in the gym this morning as I perched rather precariously on the elliptical machine and tried to unobtrusively snap a photograph in the GINORMOUS fault-revealing mirror to my right.
Because I’d rather do anything, including risk falling off the machine, instead of actually concentrating on doing what I was supposed to be doing.
Which is exercising.
Which I loathe with every fiber in my being is invigorating and I do so cheerfully even though I don’t have those cute little jogging bras and other spandex accoutrements.
Hello? I have a degree in political science and Spanish. There were no buttons in either of these languages. I finally managed to plug in my headphones and somehow I must have smashed the “Trainer” button because every so often, a voice would break through the Travel Channel’s feed to say “Your pace seems to be slipping.”
To which I replied “Because you’re annoying me and I hope you’ll run on ahead and leave me alone.”
I have renewed my gym membership in hopes of losing the last forty pounds of my pregnancy weight in order to be strong and fit for my 40th a rather significant birthday which is approaching in 161 days.
Not that I’m counting them or anything.
But I will be sweating them.
Have a nice day.