Sometimes, I find myself doing things that are so cliched that I wonder if I actually have ANY independent thought. Honestly, I wonder how many of the little decisions I make each day are driven not by my own needs or desires, but rather by cultural cues and norms? Case in point, this evening. I've been feeling really low the last few days, and the best thing for me to do when I feel like that is to pull myself up by the sports-bra straps and work out for at least a little while. (My sister, Jennie, refers to this as simply "ass-tightening". Sample dialogue:
Katie: Hey, we should do a race. There's a half-marathon and 10k in Annapolis in May. Let's do it.
Dana: [moans and goes back to watching TV]
Jennie: I'm in. Sounds like a good ass-tightening experience.)
Back to tonight, I strap in for a little workout. And a few minutes later, I find myself huffing and puffing on the elliptical while Mamma Mia plays on the TV in front of me. SO DAMN CLICHED! The only thing that would've made it any more flagrant would be if I had a friend next to me on her own elliptical and we were trading gossip about our respective boyfriends' issues with commitment. Ick. Ick-ick-ick.
I am determined to change it up somehow tomorrow. Anything to escape the tragic single-girl caricature I've made of myself in the last few hours/years.
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