I need new workout clothes. If I’m gonna’ do this day after day, I need to look cute.
They should make workout clothes that look like regular clothes. So you can look cute if you work from home. And so you can wear your workout clothes to the office if you don’t.
I would totally be their spokesperson.
I’ll email Danskin.
But wait, do I wanna’ give them my idea?
Uh, hello, am I going to sew this shit myself?
Also, sports bras. Sports bras with a pocket for each boob, like four inches apart.
No more uniboob!
Thank God I don’t have to go to an office.
I don’t have to run. I mean, I ran yesterday.
Everybody needs a day of rest.
No they don’t.
Thoughts like that are exactly why I have to run.
Go! Now! Before resistance gets its manipulative little foot in the door.
Shoes! iPod! Glasses off! Let’s go!
Run! Run for it!
Okay, phew, that was close.
I don’t have to run far. Maybe just like a mile or so.
No! Shut up! I’m running 3.5 miles. Period.
Man it feels nice out here! Perfect temperature.
Mmm. I love running.
Especially down hill.
There’s a hill at the end of this hill.
I hate running up hills.
There’s no shame in walking the hill.
No! I’m not walking the hill.
Courses aren’t flat. This is training.
Deal with it.
I hate this hill. I hate this hill. I hate this f’in hill.
I am awesome. I am awesome. I am awesome.
My lungs are on fire, and I’m mucusy.
Did I drink milk?
Two breaths in through the nose, two out the mouth.
Two breaths in through the mouth, two out the mouth.
Is that…sniff sniff…a skunk? Sniff.
Crap. I can’t see anything without my glasses.
God, please let this skunk be smarter than me.
Smell’s getting stronger.
Please. Please. Please.
Okay, sniff. Gone.
Oh I love this song!
“Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain…”
I love Taylor Swift. I mean she does that whole ‘kiss n tell’ thing that’s gonna’ make it super hard for her to have relationships, but that’s kind of how her generation operates. We’re just old fashioned.
I love this Pandora station. Selena Gomez is the perfect pace for my running.
Am I running as slow as I think I am?
(Look at feet)
I am. I am seriously the slowest runner on earth.
Does this even qualify as running?
Stop! Think positive!
I. Am. Awesome.
“Baby you’re a firework! Come and let your…”
A mile down.
I can stop at two.
I hate this f’in hill.
I can walk a little.
Why would I walk? It hurts more to walk than run.
Walking is unnatural and boring.
Cut it out! Be positive.
“Baby you’re a firework. Come and show ’em what you’re worth.”
Wow the stars are bright tonight.
They must be, if I can see them.
Oh shit. Curb check.
Watch where you’re going, star gazer.
Lol. I looked like Superman.
I wonder if anyone saw that.
You’re welcome, random person who may have seen that trip from your window.
That laugh’s on me.
My gift to the world.
Seriously though, that would have been ugly if I had eaten concrete.
Are my elbows even strong enough to sustain a fall at my age?
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.