Gym Avoidance and Gisele Stalking

That's what I did at lunch today.  I forgot my gym ID, which is basically akin to forgetting your gym shoes in eighth grade - you have to sit out in your Doc Marten's while everyone else does the President's Physical Fitness Challenge (aka the worst time of my life) so I did what any normal citizen would do - shop.  So I was walking around and looking at things that I can't afford when I get a text from a girlfriend whose husband works nearby.  HE saw Gisele at our Starbucks!  I ran over (picture Chariots of Fire with less cleavage) but alas, she was already gone.  I am so jealous, he sees EVERYONE famous and I never do.  I've got to plan my strategy better.


So drunk, so Jeff Goldblum-y... this is circa 2001 so don't get any funny ideas.

So that's that.  No gym and no Gisele.  But I was thinking as I goofily ran over, totally winded, that I would probably start being active and sporty like Gisele and I'd look like her in a few weeks.  I know.  I'm deluded.