Work it out

A few days ago I went on a nice little run around Laie. While being pumped up by Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Carrie Underwood, Jessie James and other angry female artists this ancient Hawaiian man across the street caught my attention. I pulled out my ear phones and this super cute old man with his huge sunglasses, cane a orthopedic shoes tells me that I "look good!" I was a little taken aback not knowing what to really say. I kinda laughed and said

"well you know what? You look good, too!"

he: "If you're running, then I have no excuse."

To be honest, I was a little bit flattered and wanted to put him in my pocket and carry him around with me...hunched over and all.

Numero dos;

Today I took the hour between two of my classes to go to the gym. I was in the gym and again an old Hawaiian man (different one...I think) asked me if I tried to co-ordinate my outfit as well as I did. In lesser words, that was my translation. He said that only famous people match when they go to the gym. Okay...seriously. When I have a 7:30 class in the freaking morning I pick up the first thing I see. And when I know I'm going to the gym after wards I wear something work-out-able.

Farnsworth Physical Therapy "graduation" t-shirt. Holla! Polka-dot running shorts. and my shoes that are ALWAYS black. I don't make them change colors. And yes...I am mini-squatting.