bald heads and bathing caps

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I havent said too much about it becaue as you know I have my moments of high furued energy that seem to poop out. I have officially been going to the gym for two weeks now and am still enjoying it. I did a mile in 18 minutes. I know some of you runners in blog world scoff at the idea but for me thats good. I am happy with that and hope to be "Running" in three months.
Funny for me today. I am on the treadmill at the gym, listening to Alanis and ripping every BAD GUY on the planet with her angry scorned woman music when I SEE HIM. Yup right out of LIFE BEHIND BARS or OZ... 6 feet of muscles tattoos and bald head.
I cant help but look at him. Mirrors are everywhere. I can see him when I look away, I see him from the tv screen, yeah I feel like his bald head is a freekin magnet for my eyes. I am not typically an oggler, It isnt polite and I am in no condition to look at anyone.
This guy is something good girls only think about then blush. I continue on my walk and sing along with Allie next to me double timing me with her flawless form running. It finally hits me that I am staring at him and he is staring back. Why I didnt notice I dont know but I think I was just so caught up in the headphones and Allie, and my feet, and not falling off the thing, and the bald head pumping iron, I forgot to look away.!!!!
He was looking at me ---- looking at him.
I look in the mirror and I just start to laugh.
I laugh out loud... Allie shoots me a look...
I pull myself together and take off my headphones and tell her in my quietest out of breath voice what just happened...
"knock it off MOM..."
"Seriously Mom .. really..."
This makes me laugh even harder.
I nearly fell off the thing.
I pull myself together and put my headset back on and decide to watch Mr. Clean with a little bit more forethought, candor, and reserve. I ended up going three miles on the treadmill and three on the bike and I feel good.
Missi had her SECOND swim meet tonight but it was away so I didnt go. She swam again in two events but they were shorter 50 meters and she did much better. She said she wasnt as nervous and felt a little better tonight. The team lost but she had fun and has to be at the gym for weights by 6. I am so very proud of her and LOVE her.
I heard a song tonight and love it I will post it here If it is on youtube. such a great song and the guys voice in great. Love to all.

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