I look like a freak

I have always said I don't care what people think of me.  And, honestly, I really don't.  I mean, I guess I care as much as is normal in a human life, but if you don't like me that's fine, just tell me why.

Anyway, that's not what I want to talk about.

I went to the gym today.  Woo, go me.  ((On a side note, I have scheduled time into my weekly schedule to go to UREC and/or workout at home.))  When I say I went to the gym I mean I went to UREC and ran on the track and laid on the floor for a little bit pretending to work on my abs and stretch.  This guy doesn't step foot into the weight room, can't figure out a bike, doesn't know how to get off a treadmill without stumbling like a drunken idiot, and is too scared to do an elliptical without a woman and a gay man alongside. Lucky for me, though, I actually enjoy running.

I decided today, though, that I must look like a freak when I run.  One, I listen to music while working out, therefore I mouth the words ((between deep gasps and loud wheezes, of course)) to songs I don't know.  One B, I tend to move my head and arms in what I consider interpretive dance-while-running moves ((but could just as easily be interpreted as Tourette's Syndrome)).  Two, I don't know how to control my facial muscles and expressions while running ((or during most of life, if I'm being honest)), so it looks like I'm ridiculously constipated and/or ((emphasis on the and part)) horribly pissed off at the world ((or the two girls who somehow manage to walk three-wide across the track)).  And three, after I'm done running and I'm ready to leave I tend to develop ugly black eyes that are similar to those received by those who don't pay back the money they borrowed from the Mob.

All that being said, I don't care.  After I was done today ((fully accepting the fact that my legs are going to be sore to the point of having to roll out of bed and into the shower in the morning)) I felt great!  I ran out my frustrations with life and people and situations and it was lovely.  I like that feeling.

So, if you see me at the gym ((or on campus or RMH once it's warmer)) and I look like Kristen Stewert and angry Kanye's love child ((after Chris Brown got involved))...well, it's not you, I'm just feeling pretty good at that moment, and I don't care what you think.

:D

Now, as usual, here's my music.  Kind of random and different.  I liked it.

Shake It Out -- Florence + The Machine
Beat of My Heart -- The Noisettes ((Please excuse the video...))
Blinding -- Florence + The Machine
Oh My - Gin Wigmore
Shane Mcgowan -- Hästpojken
Moses -- Isolation Years
Set Fire to Everybody -- Adele vs. Skrillex