Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Downhill Slope

Does anyone know how to buy a 5 pound chicken? It's got to be the kind that you can put stuff inside to season is while it cooks. How do I not know important information like this? I should know how to buy a chicken. I don't want it to be frozen though because that would involve planning with the whole thawing out time zone. I have no clue. I could call my mom or I could try to figure this out, but how annoying. Ever feel like that? Where you just want to kick yourself in the pants and say Be Brave, Walk into the Publix and figure it out. I feel like that in the gym too. I know how to lift weights. I know all the proper rules of how to hold things and whether or not to sit backwards or forwards. I even know which muscle groups to work out when, but still I go in the stupid gym and am somehow attached to the leg machines. I have got to break myself of this habit. Perhaps it's because the gym is full of huge meaty guys. You know how in the pool when you were little there was the dreaded adult swim? I think there should be women-only hours in the gym so that no one stares and you can be brave and use the free weights. I could just join a women's gym, but I'd hate that I think. Oh the problems of this world are huge. The reality of the situation is just that I signed a year contract and so have to continue at this gym. It's 5 minutes from school, that's what I used to talk myself into it. And now it's a little annoying. There's even a student or two who show up occasionally. Yea that's awkward because they're 14 and pretty much everything is awkward and that junction in life, especially when it involved speaking to their teachers who happen to be wearing running shorts rather than the usual teacher garb (aka black pants, grey pants, blue pants, pick a color of the rainbow pants.)

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