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Sisterhood of the 6 Foot Chickas

Alright, I know I talk about the gym a lot, but it is my daily social life.  I don't have work or school anymore.  I've got the gym.  

So today in kickboxing, it was crowded so we had three peeps per bag.  I was running late so I ran in there and jump on a bag with two other peeps.  A few minutes into the workout I realized that all three of us were either 6 foot or taller.  It is rare that I find females my height.  And I know it's strange but I have a little bit of a complex.  Like, super short girls really don't want to talk to me because I tower over them.  Then I feel all awkward and weird and I flash back to the middle school days where people would call me jolly-green-giant and bohemath.  Don't get my wrong, I own being tall now.  I have to order my jeans online because extra-talls are usually not sold in stores, but other than that, being tall rocks.  

Anyways, so I am totally digging working out with peeps like me. There is a portion in the workout when we go run.  I.Hate.Running.  I am working on it though.  So I am running my little heart out but I am still way slower than everyone else.  But as I am running, I look next to me and there is one of my 6-foot peeps looking just as exhausted as me.  She looks at me and says Common we can do this just two more laps.  I think that makes us like BFFs now or something.  But seriously, it was way cool for her to hang with me so we could motivate each other.  

Then I was talking to my other peeps after class about running on Tuesday.  They were talking about some crazy 9 mile run.  I really don't think they understand my disability when it comes to long distant running.  I should probably have one of them video record my journey, because it's going to be interesting.  I'll probably pass out before we get out of the gym parking lot.  So if your heading to work Tuesday morning and see a passed out chick in the road, no worries it's just me.  

Hmm what else.  I guess today is Friday so TGIF.  Tonight, this momma is going out with her girlfriends.  Pretty excited about that. I'm thinking tonight is a blv wheat or BL lime kinda night, not sure I'm ready to jump back in the ring with my bourbon and diets.  Tomorrow morning I'm hoping to convince Bobbi that we need to go garage-saleing because I am cheap and my kid needs fall clothes (babies wear things maybe three times, I think she will still love me even if her clothes are from the finest garage sales.)

Well, that's all I got for you today. 

Until next time.....
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