So, got invited to a wedding with lots of old friends in attendance. By old friends I mean guys that screwed me over or lied about our relationship to their friends. This is not until July, so that means I have plenty of time to get in amazing shape and to find a perfect dress. The first step of this was to throw away my scale. I had become to reliant on it to enable my laziness. My weight does not fluctuate easily. When I had been working out steadily, I did not see a difference. However, when I did nothing, I still did not see a difference. Not a good way to measure my health.
I also just started a 6 weeks to a 5K running program. No real goal like a marathon or anything, just want to have a plan. I need to ease back into running due to my bad knee. Pretty much I run 5 miles four days a week in some random pattern. I also got my GPS watch up and running. Found out how far I actually have been running. That will help me to remain a little more motivated.
So. speaking of marathons, here's a little website for you all. My brother found it and shared it with us all at Brett's b-day trip.
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/
This blog is a humorous list of things that white people love. For example:
#88 Having Gay Friends
#81 Graduate School
#54 Kitchen Gadgets
#27 Marathons
#15 Yoga
Just check out the full list and you will never feel more like a stereotype. Enjoy!
4 comments:
that blog is hilarious. I no longer feel special about any of the things that I do.
Good luck with the 5k workout! If anyone can do it, it's you! (I don't run because I don't look good with black eyes).
What is "whitepeople"? Dumb people? People who believe email forwards (If I get one more email about "In God We Trust" being removed from coins I think I'm going to implode!!). People who admire Britney Spears? People who only buy designer_________? I believe I've found the word for my on thought.....shallow people.
I need to try and chek it out at home. I'm worried that the work security system will explode if I look while at the office. . . silly of me.
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