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Bring it...

While on the treadmill today, there she was again walking toward me - Ms Perfect - The blond with the flowing hair and full face of make-up. She got on the treadmill next to me (as she often does) and I thought 'Damn you, go away' I had already done my weight training for over an hour and had been doing cardio for about 15 minutes when she walked up in her bright pink fitness outfit that just screamed - look at me. As she started walking, I raised the level on my treadmill so not to be out done. She looked at me and raised hers and she started jogging slowly. I thought, ok- 'bring it' and I too started jogging. Every few minutes, she'd raise her speed and I'd raise mine and within 10 minutes I was sorry I ever started it. The difference between me and her is (besides her rock hard abs, long legs and tiny hips) is that she's about 20 years old and in perfect condition and I'm thirty-something, just started my fitness program in April and although I'm in the best shape of my life - I'm far from in her league... So there I was thinking 'You can do it Er - just keep up a little while longer (trying not to think about how much easier the speed probably is for her stupid long legs).' I was soaked with sweat and running out of steam. I looked at my time and saw I kept up for 20 minutes, took stock of the situation and hit the cool down button in defeat of the leggy blond.
After my cool down, I slinked away to lick my wounds and towel off in the locker room. When I looked in the mirror and saw the state I was in, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. I toweled off, gathered my things and started for the exit. As I passed her (still running on the treadmill), we both smiled, I waved and told her I'd see her next time... One of these days, I'm hoping to at least last as long as she does, but for now I'm just glad she chooses me to challenge every week. Nothing like a leggy blond with a perfect body to keep you on your toes!

Comments

Mindy said…
I love it! Great story Er!
You do know you never finished telling about your trip to Ireland don't you? You left off at day 3 but you were there 5 days...
Erren said…
I know I didn't finish with Ireland. I was boring myself and thought everyone else must be bored too! It's like when I was a kid and my mother's friends would force us to watch slides and home movies of their vacation! No-one cares about other people's trips - do they?

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