Omg omg omg
Oh my god.... (chand-Ler BING!)
My blog was suddenly deluged with a barrage of comments in overwhelming response to a previous whiny post. I am finding it quite difficult to be suddenly thrust into the celebrity limelight and pray that I will not go down the Lindsay/Paris/Britney route of wild raunchy parties, underwear flashing, jail entering, "rehab" going... But I think with my inner strength, willpower and the force of goodness that is my heart will prevent me from going over to that DARK SIDE
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I had such a bad day at the gym this morning. In the course of a few hours I was deluged by so many evil and murderous thoughts today that I fear for my soul.
One. The Old Man
My self esteem faced complete annihilation after being out-run, out-classed and out-staminaed by person who looks about the same age as, oh, Dumbledore. I cannot begin to describe how disheartening it is to be straining for your life at 10 kmph on the treadmill while a bent little old man merrily clips along 12 kmph. This resulted in my...
1st Murderous Thought of The Day: Lunging across my treadmill and rattling him by the neck screaming, "STOP STOp you DecREpit old MAn!!!!"
Two. The Very Tall Lady
After a disheartening run which was cut short after an ill advised attempt to play 'catch-up' with the pensioner (i.e. I ran too fast, and almost died) I headed for the showers. A Giant Lady (who was very tall) had left her nice pink slippers around the locker room. Of course I thought they were the common slippers. On hindsight I admit that there were a few glaring reasons why they would not be, i.e.
a) They looked very nice
b) They were pink
c) They had a name written on it in black permanent market (only upon closer inspection!!)
For some reason, the Giant Lady took offense that I had inadvertently stolen her slippers, took my shower in them and was pottering around the locker room with them. So this Giant Lady towered over me and said, " Those are MY slippers". So I meekly gave them back. It would have ended there, but NOooOOo... Giant Lady had to look at the Evil Horde of Middle Aged Aunties around the room and roll her eyes, and they all shared a very evil chuckle. Which was when I had my:
2nd Murderous Thought of The Day: Jumping on top of Giant Lady and beating her to death with her pink slippers screaming, "I WOULDN'T WANT YOUR GIANT SLIPPERS ANYWAY YOU GIANT LADY WITH GIANT FEET!"
Man... all this murder talk is making me hungry. I wonder if the Nice Secretary still has cookies.
My blog was suddenly deluged with a barrage of comments in overwhelming response to a previous whiny post. I am finding it quite difficult to be suddenly thrust into the celebrity limelight and pray that I will not go down the Lindsay/Paris/Britney route of wild raunchy parties, underwear flashing, jail entering, "rehab" going... But I think with my inner strength, willpower and the force of goodness that is my heart will prevent me from going over to that DARK SIDE
-_-
I had such a bad day at the gym this morning. In the course of a few hours I was deluged by so many evil and murderous thoughts today that I fear for my soul.
One. The Old Man
My self esteem faced complete annihilation after being out-run, out-classed and out-staminaed by person who looks about the same age as, oh, Dumbledore. I cannot begin to describe how disheartening it is to be straining for your life at 10 kmph on the treadmill while a bent little old man merrily clips along 12 kmph. This resulted in my...
1st Murderous Thought of The Day: Lunging across my treadmill and rattling him by the neck screaming, "STOP STOp you DecREpit old MAn!!!!"
Two. The Very Tall Lady
After a disheartening run which was cut short after an ill advised attempt to play 'catch-up' with the pensioner (i.e. I ran too fast, and almost died) I headed for the showers. A Giant Lady (who was very tall) had left her nice pink slippers around the locker room. Of course I thought they were the common slippers. On hindsight I admit that there were a few glaring reasons why they would not be, i.e.
a) They looked very nice
b) They were pink
c) They had a name written on it in black permanent market (only upon closer inspection!!)
For some reason, the Giant Lady took offense that I had inadvertently stolen her slippers, took my shower in them and was pottering around the locker room with them. So this Giant Lady towered over me and said, " Those are MY slippers". So I meekly gave them back. It would have ended there, but NOooOOo... Giant Lady had to look at the Evil Horde of Middle Aged Aunties around the room and roll her eyes, and they all shared a very evil chuckle. Which was when I had my:
2nd Murderous Thought of The Day: Jumping on top of Giant Lady and beating her to death with her pink slippers screaming, "I WOULDN'T WANT YOUR GIANT SLIPPERS ANYWAY YOU GIANT LADY WITH GIANT FEET!"
Man... all this murder talk is making me hungry. I wonder if the Nice Secretary still has cookies.
4 Comments:
BRAVO! you go to gym and workout in the morning before work? that's very impressive!
nothing beats dragging my ass to finish a 1/2 marathon in 3.5 hrs only to find out that the fastest guy in the age group of 65-70 had finished the race in 1.5 hrs, only trailing the winner by 10 minutes...old ppl are scary these days....
when did YOU do a 1/2 marathon!!!! You were the biggest anti-runner I've ever met in MY LIFE!
Hmm.. if it makes u feel any better. That old man probably set the difficulty level to 1. Oh, and maybe he caught u staring at his LED display, which made him run faster.
i ran it and finished it, period. still am the biggest anti-runner you'll know in your life.
it totally messed up my lower back! \_/
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