I ventured into the weights room yesterday for the first time, stood there like a lemon for a bit and then sidled over to the little dumbell rack. Then had to do my dumbell presses on the barbell press bench because the regular benches were a) taken b) in the middle of the room. Then I accidentally started dismantling a pulley thing while some guy was still in the middle of using it.
I have never felt more self conscious or intimidated in my life.
When you first started out, did you feel like you had no fucking idea what was going on?
At least I got most of my routine done.
Like saying “hello” instead of “thank you”
Like when the kid in front of you passes back a paper
(yeah, this game has become complete obsession for me now)
It’s was obscenely loud and happy, which is just not appropriate for a cancer ward with like 3 other patients after lights out.
Thankfully my mum is totally a feminist and this kinda stuff isn’t new to her, but still. It was kinda weird.
you go click on the person who just started following you
AND THERE ARE VAGINAS EVERYWHERE
- take the time to check out your iTunes library.
- Time to refresh facebook like an idiot…
- Time to open paint and draw butterflies and unicorns.
- Time to stare at apple home page like a boss.
- Time to look at clothes on clothing websites.
Time to check your e-mail.
- Time to stare at Google for about 10 minutes.
ITUNES ITUNES. ALWAYS ITUNES.
OH MAN ISN’T THIS SCREENSAVER AWESOME?