Twenty-Something Talk: Five words I never thought I'd say

Enchiladas were a bad choice.

Work was a little hectic today, so a few of us girls decided to escape the madness for a late lunch at Mexican Inn.

I love this place and everything that it stands for.

Liiiike personal little bowls filled with greasy corn chip deliciousness. MMM.

Fast forward about three and a half hours to the gym where I set out to run a quick 4 miles on the treadmill and OMG I could feel the enchiladas bouncing up inside of me with every.single.stride. I made it a mile before I had to stop because I honest to God thought I was going to blow sour cream enchilada remnants all over the damn treadmill. So I stopped to walk about a quarter mile where I realized I just needed to burp. Like 62 times. I know, I really am super attractive. Sorry guys, I'm taken.

Anyways, I managed finish up a little bit of a run without puking. Which is good, because my gym has a strict "no puking on the machines" rule.

NEVER. EVER. AGAIN.

I was planning on getting in four miles, but with the walk break I only had time for a little more than three before Body Pump at 6:30. In case you haven't noticed, I'm on a bit of a group fitness kick lately. In the past, I've kinda hated group fitness because it requires skill and concentration and those are two things that I simply do not possess. Plus I always feel like people are looking at me and laughing at the noob that I am. But I'm really trying to be a grown-up and take advantage of some of the really awesome classes my gym has instead of just using my membership for cardio machine access. I'm so so so glad I went to Body Pump tonight because I absolutely LOVED it. I've gone to two classes before, but I think tonight was the first time I felt like I was catching on to everything and was able to get into a groove.