Working out.
something that everyone seems to do.
especially in college for some reason...
people just don't want to get fat we guess.
(it's more to love in our opinion.)
To some extent we tried to jump on the bandwagon & decided to take up "running".
Why is it in quotations might you ask??
Read on to find the answer.
It all started on a crisp end of winter afternoon,
everyone & their mom was doing something active.
we were lazily lounging on the couch in sweats with our hand fist deep in nutella
the world was not going to see us sweat today.
Everyone left for the gym & we were left to make a day changing choice.
"work out or not to work out?", that is the question.
We decided against our own will to go for a run.
We called it a run but in all reality we made it to the corner,
where we were undoubtedly out of sight from our friends
and began to walk briskly
until we ultimately began to walk slower than a 90 year old with a walker and one leg.
Why didn't we just accept the fact that we were not work out material??
Our sluggish pursuits eventually lead us to a park.
Where we proceeded to swing on the swings and watch the children play.
Now,
next to the swings was the child's favorite type of swing...
the tire swing.
This is still Ethel's favorite past time
but Vera has been forever spun dizzy from the elementary school days of preforming the well-known
"barracuda" maneuver.
Ethel tried to persuade Vera to let her push her just once.
Vera was resistant for a while.
But eventually caved in.
One time did her over.
an older special needs women came over and begged us to push her on the tire swing.
Vera lucked out.
We sat and spun her for a good 30 minutes,
figuring that was a good time frame to go on a 2 or 3 mile run at our pace.
We pushed the lady one more time,
hugged her and went on our merry way of brisk walking.
Our apartment building was in sight.
We looked at each other & we knew we had forgotten something vital to the exercise process...
well first there must be exercise..
but no.
We were not sweating, our faces weren't red &
golly for the first time in a long time we smelled like a fresh summer breeze.
This was a big problem & surely our workout crazy roommates would see right through us.
The only thing in sight that we could confide in.
Was a large snow/ice/mud mound in the middle of a parking lot.
We ran to it & began to rub our faces & body on it.
Our cheeks slowly turned red & the ice melting gave us the appearance of
sweat dripping down from our hair line.
This was ingenious.
We then decided that this act needed a celebratory
"Rocky Moment"
We began to climb up the ice mound with no ease whatsoever.
but it needed to be done.
Vera made it to the top first.
Fists in the air she let out a victorious scream!
This boarder line startled Ethel Ray, who was not yet to the top.
wanting to join in on the celebration,
she stood where she was,
put up the fists of victory and let out a scream...
this one more blood-curdling than Vera's.
For this act resulted in the collapsing on the ice mound.
Yes.
Ethel Ray fell straight through the ice mound into a hallowed cavern.
Vera not knowing what to do, began jumping up & down to fall into the hole too.
Eventually that happened and both of us laid in the ice fort for several minutes in disbelief that Ethel really fell through solid ice...
Now if that wasn't motivation to really start running we don't know what is.
After we collected ourselves from the laughter & reality check.
we finally did what we originally intended to do...
sit on our butts & try again tomorrow.
We are individualist...We do what we want.
We decided against our own will to go for a run.
We called it a run but in all reality we made it to the corner,
where we were undoubtedly out of sight from our friends
and began to walk briskly
until we ultimately began to walk slower than a 90 year old with a walker and one leg.
Why didn't we just accept the fact that we were not work out material??
Our sluggish pursuits eventually lead us to a park.
Where we proceeded to swing on the swings and watch the children play.
Now,
next to the swings was the child's favorite type of swing...
the tire swing.
This is still Ethel's favorite past time
but Vera has been forever spun dizzy from the elementary school days of preforming the well-known
"barracuda" maneuver.
Ethel tried to persuade Vera to let her push her just once.
Vera was resistant for a while.
But eventually caved in.
One time did her over.
an older special needs women came over and begged us to push her on the tire swing.
Vera lucked out.
We sat and spun her for a good 30 minutes,
figuring that was a good time frame to go on a 2 or 3 mile run at our pace.
We pushed the lady one more time,
hugged her and went on our merry way of brisk walking.
Our apartment building was in sight.
We looked at each other & we knew we had forgotten something vital to the exercise process...
well first there must be exercise..
but no.
We were not sweating, our faces weren't red &
golly for the first time in a long time we smelled like a fresh summer breeze.
This was a big problem & surely our workout crazy roommates would see right through us.
The only thing in sight that we could confide in.
Was a large snow/ice/mud mound in the middle of a parking lot.
We ran to it & began to rub our faces & body on it.
Our cheeks slowly turned red & the ice melting gave us the appearance of
sweat dripping down from our hair line.
This was ingenious.
We then decided that this act needed a celebratory
"Rocky Moment"
We began to climb up the ice mound with no ease whatsoever.
but it needed to be done.
Vera made it to the top first.
Fists in the air she let out a victorious scream!
This boarder line startled Ethel Ray, who was not yet to the top.
wanting to join in on the celebration,
she stood where she was,
put up the fists of victory and let out a scream...
this one more blood-curdling than Vera's.
For this act resulted in the collapsing on the ice mound.
Yes.
Ethel Ray fell straight through the ice mound into a hallowed cavern.
Vera not knowing what to do, began jumping up & down to fall into the hole too.
Eventually that happened and both of us laid in the ice fort for several minutes in disbelief that Ethel really fell through solid ice...
Now if that wasn't motivation to really start running we don't know what is.
After we collected ourselves from the laughter & reality check.
we finally did what we originally intended to do...
sit on our butts & try again tomorrow.
We are individualist...We do what we want.
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