Doing my part to embody the feminist I want to be, I work out...okay I also work out because I like the idea that even though I may not look it I am capable of tossing lesser beings over my shoulder and into the dirt.
I get up at the absolute butt crack of dawn (read 5:30am) and drag on my workout gear (lots of pink!) and hit my local gym, where I proceed to lift and flex and squat my way into a better more fit me.
Its really fun watching the business geeks who haven't a clue as to which end is up on a Smythe rack as they chat with their other coworkers about the latest office gossip or what stock to buy or what rate they're getting on the mortgage. For me, its about the clang of metal on metal...
However, recently, my domain has been invaded by NotSkippy who has decided that he needs to make a more concerted effort to get into shape and so he joins me here and is beginning to do his thing *snort*.
The really humorous part of this is that I could probably toss NotSkippy over my shoulder and run around with him for a while before I broke a sweat.
That's me, uber woman of muscle extraordinaire...
*snort*
3 comments:
The thought of you tossing him over your shoulder and running around with him gives me immense joy. : )
5:30 am is the time of the hardcore lifters...that and the guys who think they know what they're doing, but don't.
I used to work at a club and the 530am-ers were the ones I hated.
;)
Not that I'd hate you...but I hated those mean old men who would complain if I was a second late.
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