Monday, July 28, 2003

 Worship me.

I finally got my lazy ass up and running. Well, okay... the frozen mocha and cheesecake kinda fueled it, too, but let's not think about that. Put on my new short shorts (and decided that there was too much leg, so slipped on track pants, too, but let's also ignore my crappy self-esteem over the body). Got my ass up to the high school track (where I saw my old band teacher, but we didn't recognize each other so that's all cool). Decided to walk two laps for warm up and then start running. But as soon as I hit that second lap, everyone and their mother and grandmother showed up.

So I kept walking. No way in hell I'm going to start running in front of the entire township. Besides, I forgot my watch so I had to carry the cell in my pocket for the time, my keys, and my MP3 player. You can't honestly expect me to run when I've got things jiggling around in my pants, can you? (Wait... that sounds wrong.)

Instead, I ended up walking over 2 miles. Two very brisk miles. That's 9 laps around the track, buddy. In the end, my feet felt like dead weight, and now I know why power walkers always swing their arms funny. Dude. The blood pools and your arms get really sore if you don't. Sigh. Anyways, I ended up trailing these three guys who looked like malformed wrestlers or really demented football players. Not a pretty sight from the back so of course, I didn't objectify them or stare at their asses. Nope. That would be wrong. Besides... I did say that it wasn't a pretty sight, right? Just checking. (For the record, no man's ass can melt Pooh's heart. She's an eyes and arms gal. Speaking of eyes... Matthew's got great eyes. And so does my new mantoy, Damian Lewis from Band of Brothers. Yum. BTW, Meggy, I saw Eion. Mmmmm. Oh, right... will not objectify men... after tomorrow.)

Definitely tomorrow Pooh's going to run.... one lap. At least. Heh. I don't have time to dawdle tomorrow anyway. It's Tom Night. Mmm. MI-5. Best spy show ever. And One says that there's a really cute WashingDishesTom scene, that I must see, because you know... Tom being domestic. *THUD* Unfortunately, it's a deleted scene, so that makes my need to get a regionfree DVD player even more of an emergency. *bumps DVD player above digital camera and apartment furnishings*

Ugh. Who knew walking could make you so sore? I need a massage now. Deep tissue and provided by a ManMeat. *looks around, waits for volunteer*

|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 PM ... ||

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