My Celebrity Fantasy
So, last January (as I've previously mentioned), I participated in a 10 week weight loss/fitness program at my gym. In this program, groups of participants (10-ish) are paired with trainers and mentors who've been through the program before. These teams do several weekly workouts together, and during the program, I was working out every day, sometimes multiple times a day. (I was a beast).
After the program ended, I kept my gym habits pretty high -- step, spin or pilates at least 3-4 times a week, often more. However, in August, I moved out of the gym and out to the street/greenway. When I started training for the run I'm doing in January (originally a marathon, although the goal has been amended to half-marathon), I stopped going to the gym, instead running 4-5 times a week. I've been to a few step classes here and there, because I miss my ladies, but other than that, I've mostly been absent from the gym.
However, in the last month or so, I've been hearing news about the gym. And that news is that a celebrity is using our gym now.
So this celebrity, we'll call him Phil Blurry, has been hitting up the morning classes for the past month. Spin classes! My spin classes! And Zumba classes! My Zumba classes! My trainer even had to frantically take Ghostbusters off her spin playlist the week before Halloween because Phil Blurry unexpectedly showed up. Phil Blurry! Up in my hizouse! Although I'm never there anymore to see him! Fate, you are such a cruel cruel mistress!
Lately, I have to admit, I've had a pretty vivid and constant celebrity fantasy going on in my head --
Next January, Phil Blurry decides to do the same fitness program I did. He happens to be put on my trainer's team, for which I will be mentoring. And we BECOME BEST FRIENDS. We go to spin classes and for runs with the rest of my team. When he is frustrated and exhausted, I encourage him to keep going. He spots me when I do bench presses. When I toss out the phrase "workout partner," casually, everyone knows I mean Phil Motherfucking Blurry!
Honestly, the fantasy keeps getting more vibrant and vibrant in my head, like it's actualy going to happen. I should probably start seeking professional help soon, right? Yeah, that's what I thought.
I'm also considering the possibility that my gym is paying Phil Blurry to work out there because they want more people to be physically fit. I mean, if you thought you might get to run into Phil Blurry, you might make a bigger effort to make it to the gym too. I know I am.
After the program ended, I kept my gym habits pretty high -- step, spin or pilates at least 3-4 times a week, often more. However, in August, I moved out of the gym and out to the street/greenway. When I started training for the run I'm doing in January (originally a marathon, although the goal has been amended to half-marathon), I stopped going to the gym, instead running 4-5 times a week. I've been to a few step classes here and there, because I miss my ladies, but other than that, I've mostly been absent from the gym.
However, in the last month or so, I've been hearing news about the gym. And that news is that a celebrity is using our gym now.
So this celebrity, we'll call him Phil Blurry, has been hitting up the morning classes for the past month. Spin classes! My spin classes! And Zumba classes! My Zumba classes! My trainer even had to frantically take Ghostbusters off her spin playlist the week before Halloween because Phil Blurry unexpectedly showed up. Phil Blurry! Up in my hizouse! Although I'm never there anymore to see him! Fate, you are such a cruel cruel mistress!
Lately, I have to admit, I've had a pretty vivid and constant celebrity fantasy going on in my head --
Next January, Phil Blurry decides to do the same fitness program I did. He happens to be put on my trainer's team, for which I will be mentoring. And we BECOME BEST FRIENDS. We go to spin classes and for runs with the rest of my team. When he is frustrated and exhausted, I encourage him to keep going. He spots me when I do bench presses. When I toss out the phrase "workout partner," casually, everyone knows I mean Phil Motherfucking Blurry!
Honestly, the fantasy keeps getting more vibrant and vibrant in my head, like it's actualy going to happen. I should probably start seeking professional help soon, right? Yeah, that's what I thought.
I'm also considering the possibility that my gym is paying Phil Blurry to work out there because they want more people to be physically fit. I mean, if you thought you might get to run into Phil Blurry, you might make a bigger effort to make it to the gym too. I know I am.
posted by Another Chance to Get It Right at
10:43 PM
2 Comments:
Dang, that's awesome. Now you could know 2 ghostbusters!
Dude, I know. I was going to make a Pokemon "Gotta Catch Them All" joke when I was talking about it at a friend's pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving feat last weekend, and Joey stole my thunder. Lame-o.
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