Gymtastic

I went back to the gym this week and I've been pushing myself extra hard to make up for lost time (boyfriends are more fun than running!) and prepare for the holiday (my parents always notice and then comment on my weight!). So I got on the elliptical and basically tortured myself for 45 minutes yesterday. I was actually pretty proud of myself for pushing so hard, but I noticed that I looked ridiculously intense the entire time. I looked very, very angry with the squinty eyes and red face.

After said torture, I was doing crunches when I accidentally made eye contact with a passing woman. To my horror, she approached me and actually spoke.

"How long did you go on the machine?"

"Um, 45 minutes?"

"Wow. You....me...blah."

Ok, so I had a little trouble understanding her since I was trying to count and I had my iPod going at full blast. But I think she said something like, "You put me to shame." No matter, it was a complimentary sounding mumble and I giggled a breathless "thank you."

Y'all, I have never in my entire life been complimented on anything slightly athletic. Ever. I couldn't even place at Field Day in elementary school. My life is a symbol of the purple participant ribbon. And I got props for my mad crazy elliptical skillz.

Life is good.