It's been about 2 weeks since my last update.
I'm still running.
I run on the treadmill because the track scares me.
I say it's because I get bored but let me give you the run down:
People on the track are essentially chasing you.
They run so fast and get up real close and just when you're about to turn around and let them know that you will not be increasing your pace due to lack of physical ability and no you can have my number so back up off my bumper they jut out and race around you.
Sometimes you even may receive a
"How dare you slow me down" glare from someone that runs like a gazelle and apparently has never so much as thought about sweating.
I return their look with my own which I have since mastered.
I call it the
"Oh yeah well I have Nike+ shoes, and an iPod arm band so I have just as much a right to be here too...and no I did not dump a bucket of gatorade on myself pre-run this is me glistening" glance.
Just when you think you're in the clear to keep up your stellar run/walk/drag your legs behind you pace another jabroni
(yeah I said it, the ROCK is back & so is that word)
comes racing towards you.
Granted I'm super sensitive at the gym because it is not my native land.
Put me in the middle of an Arby's and I'm shaking hands and kissing babies like I established the place.
Put me in a gym where people are fit and eat celery alone and not accompanied by wings and suddenly
I hear "A Whole New World" as the soundtrack to my life.
It's scary there.
However, I have adapted to the jungle that is UREC at James Madison University.
I run on the treadmill.
I people watch there
Yes that's right.
Nothing fancy mainly arm movements and lip syncing.
I've become the Britney Spears of the 'mill.
That's what I call it.
No I don't.
"Hypnotize" by Biggie comes on the ipod I just can't help myself.
I point and mime the lyrics.
It's intermittent so I don't cause a scene but I find that it really makes my time at the gym more enjoyable.
I get to dancing and running next to James Madison Barbie doesn't seem so bad.
My current jam that I really break it down to and will most certainly break a bone in my body to after I fly off said treadmill mid dance number is the
"Say I Yi Yi "
by the Ying Yang Twins.
They are fairly gross but once it starts forget about it.
I can't stop.
Arms get lifted, an occasional hip gets shook.
I try to mask it.
But the power of dance hath taken over.
I don't think my gym buddy Sara knows what goes on when I'm on the treadmill and she's out in the wild (the track).
Although I've kept it under control for now I can't guarantee that there won't be a "Dirty Dancing" final scene type dance number in the middle our 5k in April.
If there's a guy that I think can make a lift happen with me I'm going for it.
Like Gloria Estefan once said so eloquently:
The rhythm is going to get you.
Let me tell you something Gloria,