was not in fact showing up to the bar fresh from the gym, hair in a bun, in spandex leggings and a sweatshirt. No, it was when one of the buddies in our group didn’t bother to hide his shock/awe at the fact that I go to the gym, often!, and work/sweat my ass off. And yet, I am no tiny slip of a lady!
He honestly did not believe me. And then (wait, maybe this is the saddest part?) I invited him to feel my sweet quads as proof. And they are sweet, but HE STILL DID NOT BELIEVE ME.
Not fair. I love these things -AND SLEEP ESPECIALLY SLEEP- equally.
Sometimes my life is just like Sophie’s Choice only with television shows, material things, and precious, precious unconscious time.