LOATHE (except the endorphins)

I hate exercise.

I know. I went to Pilates for like a year with the Mother Ship. And it was lovely, except for the planks, which I hate. Good exercise, but fun because it was in a class, my mom went with me, you know. Girls are social. Deal with it.

But now I'm at school and there's no Pilates class with Mom to go to. LAME. I know I need to exercise, as much as I loathe sweat in general, so I decided I'm just going to make myself do it. Yesterday friend Hope and I dragged our sorry, out-of-shape behinds to the gym and went running/speed walking around the indoor track. Two miles later, I still hated exercise, but the endorphins make me want to do it again.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

Gag.

But I'm going back tonight. Like I said, glutton for punishment. Someday I'll be one of those cool athletic girls that runs twelve miles before breaking a sweat with her iPod blaring the whole time.
Right now I'm not that girl. But I'm working on it.

Off to the gym!



Leah