Loofa
The run about was... soo... fun. I'm trying to restrain myself in killing the boy. He means well, and he's trying to help me without payment or anything (told me he's trying to practice being a healthy foods adviser for a business he want to put together), but god damn does he have no tact. I mean, he just doesn't seem to have any sort of social skills and sometimes says things that's could come off rude or thoughtless to people that give a damn what others think. He pretty much had me running non stop for an hour straight, which I generally go for an hour of cardio at the gym anyways. But I mix it up between cycling, treadmill and the stair step, AND I'm used to taking breaks. When I'd slow down, he'd make sarcastic comments on how exciting and fun I was, and then proceed to show of how much more fit he was than me. Oh lets see how fit you can be when my foot is shoved so far up your ass.... Either way, I'll let him stick around, as long as he's helping me with my exercising and especially food planning. But if he continues to get more annoying, I'll boot his ass.
That being said, I am somewhat sleepy at the moment, what with the running and waking up way early for the workout. I'd love to be laying in my bed, getting my head scritched, ears rubbed and generally petted. That sounds like a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Mmm, yea, that sounds really, really, real nice...
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