For the most part, I'm completely silent at the gym, with the exception of a phone call or two here and there. These are some of the questions I ask myself over and over when I'm alone with my thoughts and an elliptical.
Does anyone care if I'm on the phone right now?
Will anyone notice/think I'm insane if I dance-run?
Does this sports bra make me look skinnier because it squashes my boobs, making my figure more of a column than an hourglass?
How long would it take paramedics to get here if I pass out? This place is a fucking maze.
Is is possible that these men aren't actually here to lift weights and are just hanging out?
If I fall off this thing, which would be worse: the shame, or the injury?
How much of a tuition increase would we need to get some TVs up in this bitch?
WHY does that man always make eye contact with me?
What kind of music does the trick here- GnR, Hercules and Love Affair, Cult Maze, Katy Perry?
Will I be reprimanded if I don't write my time on the white board? If I go over the 30 minute time limit?
Would my relationship be in danger in Cleveland happened to see how disgusting/ridiculous I look during/after my workout?
If none of the individual items in my locker smell, why is the collective smell so bad?
Do these sneakers suck?
Why can't the water pressure at my house be this good??
2 comments:
I wandered across this blog and my first thought is - is everyone from Portland Maryland this shallow, or just you? LULZ.
HAHA except there is no such place as Portland, Maryland!
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