tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667863265247186336.post5826563289428922586..comments2023-11-23T07:17:36.295-06:00Comments on Rapier's Wit: We're Not Gonna Take It! Relay for Life 2009Marissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00640540606897546407noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667863265247186336.post-83390610955577996742009-06-15T22:39:18.467-05:002009-06-15T22:39:18.467-05:00That's so great of you to walk for cancer...to...That's so great of you to walk for cancer...to add to the raffle fund...and to be brave enough to conquer your gym fear. You'll be great!pritcharddesignnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667863265247186336.post-31508206422957921322009-06-14T22:07:52.472-05:002009-06-14T22:07:52.472-05:00Funny how most of the people you see at gyms are p...Funny how most of the people you see at gyms are people who are either naturally buff or have been regulars of gyms for years. You hardly ever see overweight people, or even "normal" sized people.Nathan Wind as Cochesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13971309757991750666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667863265247186336.post-59575023958100478612009-06-14T19:17:20.427-05:002009-06-14T19:17:20.427-05:00Love the photos, absolutely ADORE you... and want ...Love the photos, absolutely ADORE you... and want you to listen to me. I belonged to a high-end gym in Hollywood for a few years. The only reason I'm not there any more is because right now I can't afford it. EVERY frickin time I went there, I was on a treadmill next to Carm3n 3lectra or a bike next to Drew or even an eliptical next to one of the R3dgrave sisters. Muscle boys hogged the weight machines and flirted with each other shamelessly. Current (and by that, I mean "bad") music blared from the speakers. The NYC location of my gym was featured on S&TC on a regular basis. It was trendy hell. Overweight, but not obese by general standards, I was definitely the fattest person at my gym on any given visit. You wanna talk about being intimidated? <br /><br />However, I went as often as I could. I rode 20 miles on the bike at a time. I hated it, but I set the incline on the treadmill at a steep slope. I laid down with the dodge ball between my knees and did the most painful of situps. Because at the end of the day, I didn't give a fart what any of those people thought of me. I cared what *I* thought of me... and *I* wanted to lose weight. And, magic cure-alls on late night TV be damned, the only way to do that is to exercise and monitor what you put in your mouth.<br />I am so very happy for you.<br />I am so very proud of you.<br />I am so very sad that you don't live closer.<br />XOLydianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667863265247186336.post-13176320706458129252009-06-14T14:14:26.095-05:002009-06-14T14:14:26.095-05:00Great post, thanks for sharing. My company fields ...Great post, thanks for sharing. My company fields a team to our Relay for Life every year, great to feel connected with the fight!bronsonthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08659333726652476504noreply@blogger.com