Monday, after work, BF and I went over to the local YMCA and signed our unhealthy butts up for some gooey gym goodness.
It's now thursday, and neither of us have gone yet, cuz that is how we roll.
We rule like that.
Ever since I can remember, running has been a negative in my life. Athletics in general, but running specifically. I never was very good at it. Always the last one in on mile running day AFTER the fat kid. Then I was the fat kid and then... oh nevermind. you get it.
I joined band in middle school to get out of gym so I wouldnt have to run. But, turns out. We still had gym... with our band mates!
THEN I joined pep squad in high school to get out of gym but those bitches made us run too. And then it turned out that you only get a half credit for pep squad a year and they require 1.5 credits of gym for graduation. So my ass was in gym. AFTER ALL THAT. I STILL. ENDED UP IN GYM.
Anyway, sometime in college I started having this dream. Where I was running around a track and in the middle of the track was like a park where all the people that I've known in my lifetime were there waving to me, cheering me on (either that or laughing, who the hell knows for sure). After having this dream for two months straight, I thought "HEY! MAYBE I SHOULD RUN OR SOMETHING!"
CUZ. AM BRILLIANT GENIUS.
so I got a treadmill for christmas. and ran/walked for 2 weeks and then stopped.
and that was that.
cuz, you know, im all about sticking to something. *cough*
ANYWAY. So a friend of mine is starting up this running thing and now im all gun-ho about it. Because I am apparently easily motivated by others actions...this is not a bad thing. SO GUESS WHO IS GONNA START RUNNING!!!!
Don't think I can't hear you laughing!!!
So like tomorrow morning, if BF doesnt turn off the alarm. My ass will be in the gym DYING on a treadmill. And I will do so for many days to come.
I so decree.
(CAN STILL HEAR YOU SNICKERING YOU POOPS!)