I kicked my own tush at the gym last night, despite it being 'family night' at the gym. Apparently family night means hip-hop DJ's blaring tunes with the occasional 'awwww yeah, this is mah jaam!' inserted wherever necessary. It also means dudes flexing their muscles for chicks, and chicks roaming the gym, dressed with their hair done, makeup, jewelry... well, you get the picture.
My Sweetheart and I went together, which I always love. He is so funny. He was rockin' out 'his' hip-hop moves on the gym floor. I almost fell off the Elliptical. He has no fear or feelings of embarrassment. He will do anything. I admire that bravery, especially since it usually involves me laughing. We went long this time: 1 hour 25 minutes straight of Angry Elliptical and Cross-Training. I am always sweaty at the end, but Sweetheart is drenched like someone poured water over him. Kinda gross, but I am kinda jealous. To me, sweat is the battle scar of gym wars.
So, one more day till my first 5k. Pretty darn excited. My mother has decided to come, which means I will be doing more walking than running, I suspect, but that is OK. We are also going to see King Tut's exhibit afterwards, so it should be a good day. Have a great Friday!!
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