Exercises, Exercises, Do Your Daily Exercises

So my RA is an exercise and wellness major. As such, she has impressed upon us, her residents, the importance of exercise. My roommate also believes that exercise is a valuable part of life. I believe no such thing. But in wanting to make new friends and such at the beginning of the year, I naively agreed to join them in their fitness endeavors.

Exercise with my RA is not bad. In fact it can be fun sometimes. But my roommate bought one of those workout programs that includes a DVD with a man who yells "Faster! Move!" I lasted a month of this insanity. Then I got sick and had to stop for a couple days. After that nothing in the world could make me start again.

There is a girl on my floor who has the same relationship with exercise as me. She believes it is a good institution, but is not friends with it. We decided we would go running together. At seven in the morning. In the cold. We set the date for the next Tuesday. When Tuesday rolled around, my alarm went off at 6:53, already I knew this was a bad idea.

We met in the hall, and because we both showed up, we decided we might as well go through with it. And as soon as we left the building, there was no turning back. We had forgotten our keys to get into the building. So we headed to the track. It was cold, had we not kept warm, we would have frozen.

I ran a lap and thought I was going to die. I walked another lap while she ran three. We decided that was good enough and headed back. By this time it was 7:30, and the doors don't unlock until 8. Bummer. We walked around the building, and I found my window and started knocking.

In my defense, my roommate had a class at eight and should have been awake. Turns out she had planned on skipping that day. Due to my unfortunate intervention, she awoke to knocking on the window. I saw the blinds crack open and tried to pantomime, "We are locked out of the building. We are very cold. Do you think you could open the side door?" She squinted at me and turned around. We waited a couple minutes and nothing happened.

"Hey!" I kind of did a whisper-yell, "We're locked out. Do you think you could let us in?"

"Are you serious?" I usually don't try to trick my roommate at 7:30 in the morning, but I guess she had just woken up. Maybe my dream-self is more sinister. We got back into the building when another who lives on our floor came out. My roommate didn't make it in time.

We both mutually agreed that running was a bad idea and decided never to try anything so foolish again.

Bleeding Blue

I was reading Anna's post, and I thought, "I should write something." I only have a few minutes before I have to run off to chemistry class, but I thought I'd give a general summary of my life here at college.

1) Dorms. I've decided that I generally like living in dorms. There's thirty-three other girls that share a bathroom with you, but rarely are they all in there at the same time. Plus, if I was to see a certain movie, chances are somebody on the floor has it with them and will watch it with you. (Also, they will later join you when you randomly begin singing, "The Hills Are Alive.")

2) Classes. Other than calculus, my classes aren't that hard. In fact, it is rather fun to go to class most of the time. Today in dance class, we practiced the cha cha, and we learned how to twirl into a bowing position for when the dance ends.

3) Professors. I have some very good professors and some that change the definition of a chromosome back and forth throughout the lecture. But in general, most of them are nice and helpful.

4) Weather. That is one thing I do not like out here. It is raining today, so it has been miserable in the cold trudging back and forth between classes.

Well, I have to take off to class. Luckily I have a friend who saves me a seat.