“There is no disappointment so numbing...as someone no better than you achieving more.”
-Joesph Heller
Alright, I admit it. Tiny, young blonde woman and middle aged man on either side of me on the treadmills--I want to trip you. I see you looking at me out of the corner of your eyes; a look of, I don't know, disdain? concern? smugness? as you watch me get pale and sweaty trying to keep up a 8 minute pace for a quarter mile. I see you as well, Cougartown, smirking as I have to jump off after one of my "sprints". Yes I know going at a 7:45 pace for a tenth of a mile is not a sprint. But you better stop looking at me like that or I will walk over to your machine and step on the back, sending your ridiculously tight ass and fake tits flying into the wall. Don't test me, my hormones are all over the place. Maybe its the toxins from fat loss being released into my system, changing my usual "block everyone out and just work out" mode I have always used at the gym to a more "everyone is judging me and I hate them for it, almost as much as I hate their level of fitness. ESPECIALLY YOU, HOT GUY THAT JUST CHECKED ME OUT AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY."
No one said this was going to be easy. But I was not prepared for the bitterness. At least I don't have telekinetic abilities--I would have Carried that place up. Which, other than hurting people, might have been good for FAC West's cardio room. That mural has to go. Its not 1978 anymore, let's figure out something else to do with that wall other than keep the mountain vista that I'm pretty sure was done by the owner's 5th grade daughter. Or a very high hippie.
Next Post: Does sleep deprivation cancel out weight loss? Or, is my baby sabotaging my plans (quick answer--yes, now and always. Good thing he's cute)
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