I haven't ran on the dreadmill in a week. I'm sure I'm going to have a huge SOC running through my head today!
This is my usual thought process:
(in the lockerroom)
-I wonder if anyone thinks I look silly putting this HRM strap on under my sports bra and then licking my fingers to wet the electrodes....
-i hate my hair, its too long and always gets in my way
(treadmill time)
-i hope one of the ones by the tvs is open
-please please please no cnn
-oh man, do i actually have to run next to someone?
-ok let's do this you can do this
-my ankles hurt
-oh man, please don't let barbiedoll-on-speed run next to me, i don't need to feel any worse than i do!
-i hate dr.phil
-ok, this isn't feeling too bad
-haha look at that dude about to have a heart attack because he's trying to run super fast
-how fast is he going anyway? can i run faster than that?
-ok jeez forget about it, just keep running your own pace
-has barbie been running longer than me?
-oh man i hate these mirrors... my thighs look squishy
-why does my face get so red?
-dr. phil thank god i can't hear your annoying voice... you are the jerry springer for yuppies
-oooh espn!
-oh man, i can't believe this is only mile 2
-should i slow down?
-i hate my hair
-so.... close...
-woops, i hope no one smelled that one that slipped by![]()
-whew! done! haha that dude stopped just after i did, i bet he was trying to outrun me like i almost tried to outrun barbie



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