Soooooo, today I'm at the gym in the most kick butt class called Abs, Legs and Thighs - taught by Jeffrey. Lots of friends go, it's hard as he!!, I'm sore for the next week. There we are today and Jeffrey has us running against others and well, anyone who knows me knows I'm not too competitive. I mean, I play to win, but it's no big deal if I lose, it's all in the fun-----EXECEPT when it comes to sprinting against someone. Y'all know I ran track and I still think I'm in high school because whenever a challenge comes up to race someone I'M ALL OVER IT---IN IT TO WIN IT NO MATTER WHAT THE COST.
I'm sprinting along when I come up to run with my friend Matt. Uh huh, yep, off I go to beat him, get my sneaker hung up on the rubber workout floor and YES, bust it- face first. (no I wasn't hurt) but damn was I pissed to not win. Matt was very sweet. He came over, picked me up, said "poor baby" and he meant it :o) He didn't even say "I won!"
Naturally, I've told just about everyone about it because I'm such a spazz.
Gary made sure I was okay then casually stated "well, at least you didn't end up under the car this time." Touche' Mr. Gray and thanks for pointing that horror story out to me again!!!
It's summer, or is it?
12 years ago
