I think I'm over my Gym anxiety. Maybe. This morning it was super cold out and I sat in my car rationalizing out my hesitation to go inside by telling myself I was just warming up for the walk inside. Right. I eventually went in. But then. My God. There was only 1 elliptical available and it was next to Malibu Barbie. So I went downstairs to do some crunches in the private stretching room. Eventually I mustered up enough courage to huff and puff next to the fitness model, who by the way wasn't even sweating. She had on these hot pink yoga pants and a hot pink sports bra. Even her sneakers had hot pink on them. I threw up a little bit inside my mouth. I had on gray pants that have paint on them and a Blue T shirt that has a picture of the State of Colorado that says "Hows your Aspen?" I don't think Malibu Barbie would have gotten it.
Every little thing she does is Magic
After my misguided attempt at a healthy lifestyle and fitness, I stopped at Starbucks for a (skinny) Caramel Macchiato. After I ordered my drink at the drive thru I realized that I had left my debit card with my husband. Once I got to the window I told the Euro-Pop hair styled cashier that I didn't have any money. He gave me a cute Euro-Pop smile and said "You come here all the time, I'll give it to you anyway, we appreciate you business." I was absolutely stunned. I think I probably looked like I had seen a giant alien penis in the middle of the road dancing to the Village People. I told him thanks and that I would be back to pay for my coffee. I tracked my husband down at his breakfast haunt and got my debit card and went back to Starfucks. I went inside this time and told the Gothesque girl that I had just been through the drive thru and needed to pay for my coffee and she grunted at me. What is with Goths these days? I thought they were extinct.
Come on Petunia you thought in your head, it would all be so easy
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