The one where I teeter on the edge of appropriateness

Thanks everyone for the great advice yesterday! I have a lot to think about. Currently I'm in need of a haircut pretty badly, but I can't justify the cost of it when I need new running shoes! So, please excuse any pictures of me in the near future in which it looks like I have a mullet. I did it for running.

Yesterday's workout was interesting, and the interesting part really had nothing to do with the actual workout itself. Let me explain:
I walked into my gym, which is a wee little place. The first thing I notice is that I'm the youngest one in there by probably 20–25 years and the music being piped into the place was some kind of soft rock oldies. How in the world does one work out to that? (Thank you, iPod!) Maybe I missed the memo for "geriatric hour"? As I'm coming up on the end of my first mile on the treadmill, this lady walks in, clearly having never really been in a gym before. She's dressed in some strange, stereotypical "workout outfit" that I'd expect to see in a workout VHS from the 80's and is wearing brand new, red Chuck Taylors. And THEN, out of the six treadmills, all of which are empty except for the one I'm on, she gets on the one right next to me. I hate when people do that.

I've got tons of blisters to give away!

After three miles on the treadmill, I was sweating way more than I should have been after three miles and my heart rate was pretty high. I really wanted to do some strength and stretching and get out of there ASAP. It was at about this point when "hot gym guy" walked in. I did my best to pretend I didn't see him, as I always do, because otherwise I feel all weird and awkward since I have my iPod on the whole time. (I've been approached by creepy guys before when my ears are free).

So I finished my workout and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. As I was coming out of the bathroom, "hot gym guy" walked over to me to say hello and that "it would be really nice if you'd talk to me sometimes because you're the only girl who comes in here and actually works out". Noted! You got it, hot gym guy. Maybe someday I will be able to refer to him by his actual name.

I got home last night to a gigantic package. What could it be? I hadn't ordered anything this large. Amazon, are you messing with me?

They were. Look who finally arrived!

 
After long last, my Willy is here!
(Kudos to Kara and her hubby for naming him. I will get so much pleasure from his name).

My Willy is much larger than my Pinky.

The outside of the Amazon box had a website where you can go to "rate this packaging". I'm thinking of letting them know that they could have used a much smaller box. My Willy is pretty large, but it's not that large.


And then, last night after my shower, Pippi was acting kind of funny. She curled up in bed and fell right asleep. She normally likes to torture me for a while first and make me rub her until she's ready to retreat to her little corner.

This is how she fell asleep. Adorable, right? Well, it turns out she was acting funny because she had an upset stomach, and not long after I took this picture, she threw up on my white duvet cover.

Dogs are awesome.