Could It Be?

I've been on the outs lately because of the whole working out thing. After I hurt my toe, I was, admittedly, a bit discouraged. I tried to run on it last week, but the minute my foot started swelling up in my shoe (as happens when I run), my toes squashed together. It wasn't long before I was hobbling, so I had to stop. I've started cycling to get my cardio in, but, well ... well ... fine, here it is! Only the lil' old ladies at the gym are on the cycles! It's not like riding a real bike or something cool like dirt biking. The stationary cycle is kind of lame, and labeling my hum-drum cycling "Alpine Pass" and "Random Hills" isn't helping. Don't get me wrong, with the right settings, the stationary bike is tough. BUT. The bikes are right in front of the indoor track (in the middle, in fact). When runners go by, I feel like whimpering, "Wait for me! If I could only catch up. Darn these hamster wheels!"

Anyway, like I said, I've been on the outs. Instead of cardio, I've been focusing on weights. It's the first time I've ever had a real weightlifting program to follow, so that's cool. Anyway, every so often I tell Tim stuff like, "Someday I'm going to have an ab; wait and see!" or "Look! If you stare real hard right here--no, not there, here--and if I turn at this angle, you can almost see a muscle growing when I flex!" When I feel bold I say, "Do you think I should buy a safe? You know, for when I get my GUNS!" But, alas, my words have been mere words.

Until today. I was about to tease myself about my arms again after this morning's workout, when I spotted it. Without flexing, I have an indent in my arm! A muscle, a real muscle, is starting to grow in the middle of my arm. Sure she's scrawny and in the wrong lighting you can't see her, but she's mine! Come to me, My Precious!