Work challenge figured out again today. Â Hit the Y afterwards with the BFF, despite being so tired that I am sure this was our conversation. “The Brain:Â Are you pondering what I’m pondering? Pinky:Â I think so, Brain, but can the Gummi Worms really live in peace with the Marshmallow Chicks?” Today I noticed two things. Â First off, how much I sweat. Â Gross. Â Pretty sure the sweat dripping off the end of my nose was extremely attractive. Â Note to self. Â Do not try to flirt with anyone while running. Â That much sweat, combined with the red face and panting/wheezing is sure to disgust anyone. Â Including myself. Â I looked like I had been dipped in a big vat of grease by the time I was done. Â Not to mention the wonderful sweat puddles that form under your fat rolls. Â WTF is that all about? Â Like I need more attention brought to the fact that I am fat, without a big sweat line outlining my fat roll making it defined as if to say “Hello! Â If you are to see me naked, you will not see ab definition but you can be lucky enough to see this roll of fat between my boobs and my waist! Â Now…don’t you just wanna see me naked?” Â I don’t even wanna see me naked, let alone let someone else see me naked. Â Us fat girls go to great lengths to hide these fat rolls from the world. Â Hence spanx. Â What fat girl doesn’t know the wonder of those things? Â But workout clothes, being body huggers, leave no room for the imagination. Â Put a big sweat puddle there and the workout shirt tends to get sucked into the void in between the fat roll, leaving it defined for the whole world to see. Â I have yet to conquer this problem and spent quite a bit of time today dislodging my shirt from said fat roll. Â It gave me a distraction from that waving, bobbing chin fat (Hello! Â Still here in case you missed me!) but was still as equally annoying.
Second thing I noticed today. Â The fact that I forgot to remove my makeup before running. Â You see, I am this rare thing found in Flagstaff called the girly girl and I wear makeup to work and usually put it on before I leave the house. Â Remember….Flagstaff is a hippie town. Â Most girls do not wear makeup, let alone shave their legs around here. Â Patchouli and body odor. Â That funky earth smell. Â Need I say more? Â I wear makeup to work and did not even think about the fact that maybe I should remove said makeup before running on the treadmill. Â Let’s ponder this combo…vat of grease and makeup. Â Yup. Â I looked like a raccoon by the time I was done. Â Raccoons can be funny like my favorite Allstate commercial. “I am a raccoon. Â And this time in your attic has been the best time of my life” If you have not seen this one….watch it.
Funny stuff. Â But that is what I looked like by the end of my running today. Â A raccoon dipped in a vat of grease. Â I turned to BFF and said “How hot am I? Â Wanna be my lovah?” Â She immediately burst into laughter and said “Ew. Â No.” Â We both laughed so hard that I almost became that fat girl who flys off the end of the treadmill and onto her face. Â Note to self. Â Raccoon dipped in vat of grease NOT attractive. At least I removed the absurdly large pink bow from my head today. Â That was a step in the right direction! Â Making progress.
I did manage to run more today!  I ran a whole 1.45 minutes without stopping!  Woot Woot!  Big accomplishment from the thirty seconds I started out from.  Even BFF said I was recovering faster today in my walking spurts. And I ran more during the workout.  3 minutes more.  BFF looked at me seven minutes in and said “Will you run already.  I am tired!”  Nothing like a jolt from your BFF to wake you up from the post 12 hour night shift from hell  how much does our job suck sometimes stupor I was in to start actually running.  Glad she did it though.  It proved to me that I can do this longer than I thought.  Hmmmm.  Am I actually progressing?
Oh yeah. Â I didn’t die again. Â I am fat girl racoon dipped in a vat of grease running. Â The experiment continues….
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