I can't even believe this was just suggested to me! And mom I KNOW you're reading this - never again, okay? You were the one who told me to never give up on anything, even if it's hard and you don't think you can possibly go on, find the inner strength to just. keep. moving. And that's exactly what I plan to do.
Okay so yes I wake up every morning limping, I nap with ice packs taped to my knee, and I look slightly deformed because I wear a knee brace under my jeans...But for some reason I can't break out of the mindset that it's all worth it when I cross the finish line or get a new PR.
The sick muscles don't hurt, either.
So now that it's settled that race officials will literally have to drag me kicking and screaming, let's never make the "Why Don't you just Quit" suggestion ever again, k?
Oh speaking of sick muscles. My back hurts. Why?
Because THIS ONE did TWO pull ups at the gym. TWO. Can I just say it's been my goal since 8th grade to do a pull up, and for some reason or another it never quite worked out until this year.
I literally wanted to break it down in the middle of Fit Rec - something that is definitely never socially acceptable. Except Al and I actually danced all the time last year in the middle of Fitrec - sometimes this involved lap dancing the benches in the weight room and "pop, locking, and dropping it" while doing lunges...embarassingly enough. We were freshman, what do you expect?? And sometimes when Flo Rida or Beyonce comes on, you just HAVE to do them justice and spin it right 'round or put a ring on it.
At least GaGa wasn't around, I would hate to have to do some of her dance moves in the middle of fitrec. Bad Romance, anyone?
I just have this odd tendency to break out in dance in places where it's completely inappropriate. Like CitySports or the Dining hall. As great as my cabbage-patch-disco-dancing-pokerface -crib walking-ghetto booty moves are...some just don't appreciate it - like Jeff the dining hall manager or Pam my boss. But I'd pretty much do anything to get a good giggle out of someone =)
love love love,
me
Okay so yes I wake up every morning limping, I nap with ice packs taped to my knee, and I look slightly deformed because I wear a knee brace under my jeans...But for some reason I can't break out of the mindset that it's all worth it when I cross the finish line or get a new PR.
The sick muscles don't hurt, either.
So now that it's settled that race officials will literally have to drag me kicking and screaming, let's never make the "Why Don't you just Quit" suggestion ever again, k?
Oh speaking of sick muscles. My back hurts. Why?
Because THIS ONE did TWO pull ups at the gym. TWO. Can I just say it's been my goal since 8th grade to do a pull up, and for some reason or another it never quite worked out until this year.
I literally wanted to break it down in the middle of Fit Rec - something that is definitely never socially acceptable. Except Al and I actually danced all the time last year in the middle of Fitrec - sometimes this involved lap dancing the benches in the weight room and "pop, locking, and dropping it" while doing lunges...embarassingly enough. We were freshman, what do you expect?? And sometimes when Flo Rida or Beyonce comes on, you just HAVE to do them justice and spin it right 'round or put a ring on it.
At least GaGa wasn't around, I would hate to have to do some of her dance moves in the middle of fitrec. Bad Romance, anyone?
I just have this odd tendency to break out in dance in places where it's completely inappropriate. Like CitySports or the Dining hall. As great as my cabbage-patch-disco-dancing-pokerface -crib walking-ghetto booty moves are...some just don't appreciate it - like Jeff the dining hall manager or Pam my boss. But I'd pretty much do anything to get a good giggle out of someone =)
love love love,
me
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