An Open Letter to the Girl who was working out next to me at the Gym today:
Dear Workout Buddy,
I'm sorry I'm not sorry that music selection was so good that you had to listen to me sing 80% of the songs that played in our 45 minutes of proximity. I guess I am a little sorry that I got so excited when Christina Aguilera's song "Fighter" came on, I bet myself I couldn't sing the whole song... You witnessed that that challenge was indeed accepted. I'm a little in awe of myself that I remembered EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. If you knew me, you'd understand that I have a terrible memory and this is an awesome feat for me. I guess then I should also apologize for "Blank Space" and "Brave," but mostly for Brave because I absolutely do not have the vocal range of Sara Bareilles.
Must I repeat? The music today was spot on.
I'm also sorry I'm not sorry for being uncharacteristically energetic tonight. I knew you were a newbie to working out, and that you were watching what kind of weight I was doing and whatnot and I challenged myself in order to challenge you. But you put up a valiant effort and in a way that makes us both winners.
Way to keep up champ.
Anyway, I hope you're not too sore tomorrow and maybe we'll work out in the same proximity again soon.
The Girl wearing black from head to toe with neon orange gym shoes