I started running the same day I became unmarried. I've lost a little over 40 pounds. I look fucking great naked. You can see my ribs, my ass is firm and where it should be, my boobs haven't suffered too much from gravity yet because I've been addicted to the push up bra since I sprouted boobs at the ripe age of 11. I have a good job, great friends and a rad family. And then I found an ipod in the parking lot of the gym. I tried to turn it in to the front desk but the clerk informed me they do not do a lost & found type thing, suggested that I hang a flier in the ladies locker room and wait for someone to contact me. So that is what I did and after no one called for 2 weeks, I decided to keep it.
I hate technology so itunes was a new pheonmena. But then I discovered that I could just get all of my favorite songs and not have to suffer through the rest of the crap on the album. First it started with all of the obsecure punk, ska, reggeton, hard core, Norwegen metal & rockabilly. Loved it!
I dawned on me one day that I could also create the ultimate play list for running. Hmm, hippity hoppity hoo! I looked up every underground, dirty, awesome, groovable song I had ever loved. I discovered a few new ones along the way too. So now I'm excited about my transformed body, my "new" ipod & the rad new soundtrack to my life. Until. . . . . . a lovely young gent had been chatting me up at the gym for a few weeks but I wouldn't agree to go on a date, or coffee, or even give him my number. He chased after me and even seemed to figure out that Monday I go to the gym straight from work but Tuesday to Friday I was there at about 7ish.
I was a Monday, I was running & I saw him out of the corner of my eye, approaching. I was around mile 4 and starting to get tired sooooo, I was singing along to my ipod to keep myself going. I don't sing loudly, or softly really, I just sing. I stopped, looked at me, shook his head & hasn't talked to me since.
What is that about? It is way anti-rad.
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