fitness faux pas

I'd like to think that one day, I will get through an indoor trainer session without being overcome by nausea. I actually had to stop mid-workout Tuesday, get off my bike and go to the bathroom because I really thought I was going to puke and/or shit my pants.

Note to self: Next time, make sure the bathroom you've chosen for refuge actually has toilet paper.

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In other ridiculous news, yesterday I went for a run in the rain. And I thought I was a bad-ass -- that's right, people, the weather doesn't bother me! -- until I got back to the gym and looked in the mirror and realized my shirt was see-through. And I was also apparently really cold.

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Did you know sitting is a death trap? My Pilates teacher asked me to make copies of this article and post it all over my office. Maybe I should also tiptoe up to my co-workers as they're hunched over their desks and whisper: I'm watching you die right now. Because that wouldn't get me fired or anything.

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I don't really have a photo to go with this post. (Don't be sad. If you re-read the above paragraphs, you'll realize this is a very good thing.) Instead, here's some cat porn:

You're welcome.