smokey robinson

Today marks the first day of "lose weight - 2010 edition." Mike and I are on a plan (that he made and is enforcing) to lose 5 pounds a month for the next 6 months while concurrently training for a half marathon. He made me weight myself in front of him and then proceeded to write said weight down in a chart and hang it on the fridge. As you can tell, I'm super jazzed about it. I am hoping that writing this lofty goal aka saying it out loud, will make it come true.

So, cut to 8:47 a.m. and I'm sweating it out on the treadmill. Enter giant blond lady wearing an equally giant white sweatsuit. She starts her walk and as she goes faster, her "I just smoked a whole pack of cigarettes" smell hits me smack in the face with brute force. I had to fight the urge to vomit all over her giant white sweatsuit. There is no worse smell when trying to excersize than smoke. I would rather she be ripping ass the whole time.

Now, don't get me wrong, I fully support anyone's right to smoke. But the smokers I know somehow manage not to smell terrible. Isn't there a conscious effort amongst smokers to freshen up before they walk into a packed work out facility and begin to sweat? Don't you like, keep a bottle of Febreeze in your car or something for emergencies such as these? Help me out, Marlboro lovers - what are the secrets to not smelling like smoke so that I might share them with smoky cloud lady at the gym tomorrow (see how I'm pretending I'm going to work out two days in a row? nice, huh.)

You've had two pair of gloves this whole time?

YEP! We're off to the Rockies tomorrow!!!! I am so excited that I'm not even mad about my 3:15 wake up call to get to the airport in time.

We are skiing Breckenridge this year and I can wait to see how many spills Mike takes in the first 5 minutes. Last year it was 8. Here's hoping it's a little better this year!

Meggy, Balls, Diddy, James, Al, Sarah, Kate, Jason - see your arses in CO!

cheers!