I'm talking to myself. You like that? Ha-ha!
I ain't one to brag, but I'm damn proud right now. I'm a Freakin' Mother TIRE Flippin' Goddess! 250 pounds to be exact! This morning with TFT was my first time doing tire flips. That huge piece of rubber intimated me from the get go. It would always stare at me during the evening workouts at the new gym location. Finally....I got to give it what I got and I DID IT! I thought I needed Gary to spot me. I waved him off and said, "Nope! I can handle it from here. Thanks anyways." OK, not really. I didn't say that. But he stood beside me in case I needed the extra help. It wasn't necessary. I was pretty darn impressed with myself. Hence, the my new temporary title of the day: Introducing, share-bare a.k.a. "Tire Flippin' Goddess" TFG baby, TFG! You like that? Ha-ha! I do!!So, you wonder how I did it? I have no idea. I was probably envisioning my dream to have a 250 lb linebacker physique type of boyfriend at the time. 6 feet tall and a few inches. Topless with gym shorts. Nice arms. Nice ass. Nice thighs. Nice calves. Hairy chest is optional. Tweezed eyebrows a definite no no. Tan is not necessary. But, as I approached and stared down the big 250 pounder, it all changed. I began to realize the linebacker boyfriend I envisioned was a big time snorer! Every time he stayed the night, he'd keep me awake with that loud ass snore. I couldn't sleep. I had no choice. The only best thing to do was roll his ass off the bed. That I did. Over and over again. 20 times to be exact. Take that, take that, TAKE that! After the 20th time, I called it quits and broke up with him. He cried. Who wouldn't though, right?! Ha-ha! You like that analogy? I'm a dork. But the fact of the matter is that I'm a TFG. Tire Flippin' Goddess! All day (today) baby! All day!
Be afraid...be VERY afraid. Nah. I'm just kidding. *smiles*