The Editor now controls the keyboard....BWAA-HAAA-HAAAAAA!
If you haven't already extrapolated it, the Editor is Janet, sometimes known as Mrs. Morgenstern, Mrs. M., or the Bringer of Anality. Like Aaron, I'll be posting my story soon, but I had a quick, random thought while doing the Sculpting Circuit of Power 90.
I've been a lifelong recluse, book nerd, and annoying provider of random facts you'll never need, but I have never, not once, been a jock. I've always been larger than the other girls my age, though not obese until I had my little boy, and the only thing I was good at in gym was body-checking the popular girls into the cinder block walls. (Our gym teacher's motto was, "Make it bleed, Cupcake.")
After starting Power 90, terms like, "Bring it, foo!" "Boo-ya!" and "That's the way I roll," have been slipping into my vocabulary. Is there something innate in exercise that makes those particular idioms make sense? Who knows? I hope I don't sound as stupid saying those things as I feel after the momentary rush of having cool lingo passes.
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