Gym Rat

So I finally got back to going to the gym. This was (is?) my New Year's Resolution. Brian and I joined this gym around the corner from the house and I have gone a total of 3 times this week. Since I am easing back into the work-out thing, I hit the treadmill. I of course am in sweats and a t-shirt, and on my left is the "don't be fooled by the gray hair because I'm in much better shape than you are" woman and on my right is the "I am going to the gym to hook-up and socialize because I could give a crap about my health" woman.

Lefty was running a marathon compared to my zero incline/3.0 miles per hour self. She belonged on the cover of a Wheaties cereal box. I am not even joking about that. Put me to shame I tell you! But Righty on the other hand was on her cell phone! Can you believe it? I spent a total of 27 minutes listening to her yap away on the phone. She was oblivious to everything and everyone around her. Completely annoying!