Sex & the Single Woman: Work It Out
As much as I am a control freak, even I will admit that a predictable life is a boring life. Moments like the one that happened to my roommate last week are further proof of this.
She and I popped over to Tim Horton’s for a cup of coffee (I am obsessed with Canada and am slowly pulling her in too.) While waiting for our ice capps, she made a point to sign up for a $50 Tim Horton’s gift card raffle. She had dreams of reveling in a lifetime supply of Timbits, but later that day got a call saying she won the other prize … a 60 day pass to a nearby gym. Whoops.
In a few minutes she and I are headed over to pick up her free passes and check out the preview of what is sure to be an amusing next few months. I agreed to work out with her, but I am a little wary of how this is going to work. I am a marathoner and biker, but haven’t lifted in a gym since I was in high school. My roommate has stayed in fairly good shape as well, but isn’t exactly a gym rat.
I’ll be sure to report back the adventures of two women blazing their way through the world of organized fitness.