HP02 arrived at the gym today pissed off and ready to kick someone's ass. A day full of ignored requests, performance evaluation forms and unprovoked tribulation from the bi-polar juvenile coworker at the day job ended with a client springing the 'ol "I-dont-have-enough-in-the-bank-to-pay-your-consulting-fee" bullshit. Rather than hypervenilating and jetting to the liquor store for a magnum of wine, HP02 took the high road and hit the gym with a vengance, riding the bike for 20 minutes, running on the treadmill for 15, ab work and stretching. After substantial vacations from the gym, HP02 finds that the only thing to keep her motivated is LOUD electronic, dance and/or break-beat music, and lucky for her she just downloaded a kick ass mix from Itunes last week. But in the middle of it all (in a collosial stroke of good luck) none other than 8 Mile came on the gym TV. As Emenem strutted around on the stage like the proud cock that he is, his testosterone-charged trash talk infected HP02, and she became the energizer bunny as peices of the 8 Mile song looped thru her head: "...Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged...Success is my only mothafucking option, failures' not...". Lake Anna is only 17 days away, and she may be only running for 3 and a half miles in the competition, but HP02 is ready to haul balls.
So who's game for a trip down to the course this weekend???