Plastic Surgery

So the title doesnt have much to do with the subject...it was just the first thing I thought of.
I got up at 445 this morning for spinning. I dont know how i did it, or what happened to make me move out of bed, but when i woke up I was in spinning. I totally gave myself away to the snooty front desk girl when i asked for a spinning ticket. She gave me the quick "we dont do tickets anymore." It felt like she was saying "if you could get your fat ass in here more than once a year, maybe you'd know that." whatever. I'm just biding time until that contract is up. I'm probably just judging myself really...She has the right to be cranky...she had to be there when the doors opened this morning. They also made me take my picture...


my picture.



5am.

before working out....


picture.



pic.



grrrr....


The class was fine and dandy...The girl instructing the class normally does body pump. the crazy aerobic weightlifting class. that means that she was ripped. scarily ripped. but she was also really plastic. she didnt jiggle or wiggle or bounce at all. It was almost creapy...She kept wiping her face with a towell, but i never saw her sweat.

Anyway...

the best part is, I'm all done for the day. No more sweating or working hard or breathing loud....just work and sleep. GOOD TIMES....

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