Vegas is only a day away, so I decided to work out semi-intense at the Rec today.
After my excruciating 50 minutes of Cardio, I noticed that I was sweating on my pink shirt.
It’s a desert, it happens, and I have begun to accept it.
I avoided the mats and decided to veer downstairs to escape glares from well, anyone.
There was one person I could not escape: The man at the desk, as I walked down the stairs,
I noticed he was smiling, so I thought, “oh he’s just laughing because i’m sweaty and gross.”
Then to top it off, he goes, “have a good day” and chuckles. I thought he was almost congratualting me on my intense workout.
It was not until I got to my car, also known as snowcat, and realized what had happened.
It looked like I was suiting up for a football game.
My mascara had formed two lines under my eyes.
While I thought the Desk man was congratulating me, he was really mocking me.
I BARELY put any on, like NOTHING and this is what I get!
SO MY LIFE!!!!!!!!