Thursday, February 17, 2011

5K and a Happy Weekend to you!

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Travis and I are running a 5K on Saturday and it will be somewhat of an experiment to see what I can do! 
(He'll do fine I'm sure...5k's are his specialty)  
I have extra incentive to run fast  since I've got a kids soccer game right after and we are hosting the soccer team (and families) for the "end of season party" at our home after the game. They might frown upon me not being there.   Fun times.  Have a great weekend everyone and good luck to all those racing!
I'm too lazy to write more of a real post right now but my girlfriend sent this to me and I thought it was pretty hilarious. Hopefully you'll get a laugh from it. 
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine. Dear Diary, 
For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. 
MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god -- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile.  Woo Hoo!! Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!! 
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.  Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it!  My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.  His rewarding smile
made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!  It's a whole new life for me.
 
WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it.  I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.  Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members.  His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster.  Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?  Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.  He said some other shit too. 
THURSDAY: Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.  I couldn't help being a half an hour late -- it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.  He sent some skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.  FRIDAY: I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor.  If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain,
I would beat him with it. Christo wanted me to work on my triceps.  I don't have any triceps!  And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.  Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? 
SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today.  Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel. 
SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over.  I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.  I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!! 
Happy Running!
Adrienne

11 comments:

  1. I'm sure that photo has been around forever in the soccer community ... I've never seen it and I'm laughing by butt off! Hilarious. Good luck.

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  2. Beat 31:10 BABY! Can't wait to read report on Monday! Good luck! ~Laura

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  3. That story is too funny! I was definitely laughing outloud so I guess there's nothing wrong with me :) Good luck on your race this weekend.

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  4. Like a root canal or a hysterectomy. FUNNY! Thanks for the laugh this morning :D

    Have a great race and party!

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  5. loved this.

    stairmasters are hell.

    Enjoy your race!! And a party after?! you are a good mom. I never sign up for "party at my place" events. Taking notes though.

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  6. Hilarous diary post. I'm sure you will have run your race and had your party by the time you read this, so I hope you had fun doing both.

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  7. I hope you had a great race!! How was it?!

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  8. Wait wait wait, YOU have a RACE!? The awesome thing about being this far behind on blogs is that I get to see how you did!

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