This Thursday is better than most. Maybe because I had Monday off, and it technically feels like Wednesday? Whatever the reason, I'll take it. But, it still doesn't hurt to talk about things that rock.
Anger Management
I've had a thing for Charlie Sheen for at least 16 years. I think he's hilarious. Even though he's kind of crazy, I find him refreshing because he's honest about it.
I loved him on "Two and a Half Men." I think I've managed to watch every episode of his run at least twice, thanks to reruns. So, I'm ready for some new material.
Thankfully, "Anger Management" came along. I'm still getting used to it (I'm not ready to declare it the funniest show ever ... yet), but I'm just so happy Charlie's back on TV. As mentioned previously, I have issues.
The treadmill
Lately, I'm obsessed with the treadmill. I fought it for so long, but with all the rain we've been getting, I had to make peace with it. Now, I'm somewhat in love.
Yes, I still run on the treadmill in the craptastic gym. Yes, it's still crappy. Yes, it's still insanely hot.
But, I can watch TV (like "Anger Management"). I can easily do speed workouts. I can play running games while watching TV (sprint through commercials). It makes running even more fun.
Mentha Lip Shine
I'm kind of iffy on mint. Sometimes I like it, and sometimes it makes me feel nauseous. I was taking a big gamble on buying this lip gloss (even though it was on sale for $2 at Bath and Body Works semi-annual sale).
Turns out, it didn't make me nauseous. And, I don't like it, I love it!
Not only is the scent (flavor?) fabulous (a mixture of bubble gum and mint), it actually moisturizes my lips. Most glosses seem to slack in that area (they make your lips shiny, but that's it). I don't believe their claim that it is a breath freshener, but other than that, I'm a fan.
I'm really, really, really scared of lightning. As in, sprint and scream like a little girl scared. It's fabulous that I live in the Lightning Capital of the United States.
Since it was lightning last night (and I was screaming like a little girl), I was forced into the craptastic gym (which I'm really scared of, too).
When
I walked into the gym, I noticed something I’ve never seen in there
before: another person. We stared at each for an awkward number of
seconds (probably due to shock of someone else using such a crappy gym).
Then, she quickly jumped on a treadmill and hogged the fan. All of the
fan. It wasn’t even on rotate. It was just aimed at her. Rude.
The fan was a huge loss, but there are two treadmills, so I wasn’t deterred. I hopped on and began my planned 45-minute speed workout. I figured I could drip sweat on the other lady or pass out due to heat stroke and maybe she’d feel bad about being a fan jerk. Things were going well (albeit sweaty) until the 1.6-mile mark. That’s when my treadmill came to a dead stop. I thought I must have pulled emergency stop cord. Nope. I tried starting it again to no avail. I tried pulling the emergency stop cord and restarting. No luck. So, not even halfway through my sweaty, fan-less workout, my treadmill is kaput.
Yet another reason to call this gym craptastic. It
was at this time that I considered joining a real gym. A real gym with a
temperature below the surface of the sun. A real gym with an adequate
number of fans. A real gym with working equipment.
But since I was already at the craptastic gym and since I planned on a 45-minute workout and didn’t even get in 20 minutes, I headed over to the weight room. I’m not a fan of weight machines, but I found a stability ball, a medicine ball and some empty floor space to do some squats, lunges, planks, crunches and push-ups. Not the same as what I had planned, but it was something. And less hot since there was a fan with no rude fan hog in site.
But, I was still sweaty and somewhat ticked.
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| Forcing a smile |
I’ll give running another go tonight. I’m really hoping for no scary lightning because dealing with the craptastic gym two nights in a row is probably more than I can handle (and possibly more frightening than lightning). In the meantime, I’m going to look at gyms. Real gyms.
