This morning at the gym, about minute 37 of my workout a pregnant woman hopped onto the elliptical next to me. Not only was she hugely pregnant, and likely shouldn't have been elevating her heart rate like she was, she was also consuming a giant sugary coffee drink. This woman was huffing and puffing the moment she stepped onto the machine and started going like somebody was chasing her. So, for the remaining 8 minutes I raced her. Because dang it, that out of shape, caffeine drinking, pregnant lady was NOT going to out run me.
I know, I'm totally mature, and not bitter at all.