This pretty much sums up my workouts ~ and it's certainly the story I'm going with, because I'm NOT so pretty after my workouts. I sweat. I smell. My hair sticks in all crazy directions. And, best of all, my face turns BRIGHT red. I mean, "oh, my gosh, that lady is going to stroke-out" red.
Case in point.
I finish my six mile run (on the stupid treadmill) at the YMCA. I wipe my face with the paper towel, I get my drink of water from the water fountain, and I go into the locker room. As I'm bent over taking off my shoe, a woman comes from the shower, towel-wrapped and still wet. She says, "Oh, hi, Happy New Year." I can tell by the tone of her voice that she thinks she knows me, but as I look up, it's obvious by her face that she has mistaken me for someone else. I smile and say, "Happy New Year" back. She keeps staring, like maybe she's trying to place me...but I don't know her, so I just keep on smiling and taking off my shoes. She pauses and says, "Wow, you really worked out hard."
She was worried I was going to stroke-out.
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