I'm so glad my work place has a gym, because if I had to breakdown and join a more public arena of fitness it would not be pretty. First of all, I do not have a plethora of "cute" workout clothes since I really just decided to get serious about this. Secondly, I am a "sweat slinger." There is nothing cute about sweat spraying from the various parts of my body onto the objects or folks around me. Am I exaggerating? Maybe a tad, but this was the first thing that popped into my head when I noticed the numerous droplets on the treadmill today. This was I, I was this.
Sidenote: this little water contraption right here, ruled my summer of '82.
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