Maybe I should just be thankful that I wasn't behind someone who had the running farts. (You know, with every step, thhbthtbh, thhbthtbh, thhbthtbh... don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about because you do. And if you don't, you're lying.)
Anyway, I'm strongly resisting any kind of routine (which suits me). That being said, I need to fit in a good sports bra shopping escapade. Last weekend, when the gym was all but deserted Saturday morning, I sloped into the weight room with my jumprope. In between sets, I jumped rope for 1 minute, and there's nothing quite like jumping rope in front of a full-length mirror to make you realize some pretty idiotic things.
(1) I look COMPLETELY RETARDED jumping rope.
(2) I need better sports bras because if I put this off for much longer and continue jumping rope, my chest will be in my pockets by age 40 and in my shoes by age 60.
(3) I have some pretty tight calf muscles with some nice definition.
(4) The same cannot be said for my thighs.
However, I'm used to looking completely retarded and the rope jumping is a pretty brilliant and difficult workout so I won't stop. Instead I'll keep jamming in gym time between experiments in lab, trying to fence, and generally hoping for the best. We shall see...
Oh, and I got my blades today! They're all shiny and pretty and new, and I'm gonna hook them up and mess around with them! I'm so excited. :)
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