So, another semester is off to a roaring start. I’m only taking 3 classes this semester, which is a good thing because for some reason, colleges think that classes should get harder the farther you get in your degree program. Go figure. They’re also all in a row on the same nights each week (M-W) which can be tough to handle because sitting through almost 4 hours of lecture in one fell swoop is just stupid hard for someone with the attention span of a 3 year old…namely me. However, doing it this way does free up Tuesdays and Thursdays for important stuff like homework and….working out.
After an entire semester of completely ignoring the fact that there’s a fully equipped gym on campus, I have ventured forth into the realm of tight bodies and shorty-shorts again…and I liked it. And this is where I had an epiphany tonight as I was sitting on a recumbent bike working up a sweat and waiting for Bobby to arrive. I situated myself on a machine that had a view of the door so I could watch for Bobby, and consequently, I was treated to a parade of teenage girls wearing shorts-up-to-there that showed off the fact that cellulite didn’t dare invade their bodies. I know that I’ve bitched about this phenomena before: the ratio of fatties to hotties at the gym, but tonight it had a different effect. Instead of pissing me off and making me want a Cheese Danish, it made me think: “I could be like that.” Well, not really, but good enough for government work. I already have great muscle tone, thanks to my workout nazi trainer. I suppose the mountain bike helped, too. It’s just all covered up with lard. So, if I can stay stoked – and believe me when I say that I’m uber stoked – then I stand a chance of being able to shop in the normal store for once.
I can’t wait.
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