I was this close to not going to The 30 minute Workout For Wimmins tonight.
Thiiiiis close I tell you.
Because, internet? I have to be completely honest with you.
I had Serious Gas.
I wasn't sure how my friend would take it if I called and said "Dude, I know it's only the second day, but HOMEY, I can NOT stop farting. And these aren't your 'average' farts either, these are the kind that have the potential to cause nosebleeds and I don't want to make the wimmins bleed."
I decided to suck it up, or in this case, squeeze REALLY HARD and just go.
I wasn't going to let the possiblity of being SEVERELY HUMILIATED stop me.
I totally ripped a few, once in front of the GINORMOUS FAN and I'll admit it, I got nervous for the lady across the room from me.
(That's right, Trish, I farted on the equipment you sat on! SNAPS!)
I got through the workout without having to fess up to ripping 'em and no one's nose bled.
I also got through the workout with very little booblash. I bought a new sports bra at target and I doubled it up with my old one. The result? Superb boob holdage. Jumping up and down is now really great fun!
I was so pumped up after the workout. On the way home, I ACTUALLY had this conversation in my head..."If I can workout whilst trying to clench the cheeks together to keep the gas in and save people from bleeding, NOTHING CAN STOP ME!!"
I'll take inspiration any way I can get it,people.







If it makes you feel any better, I was on the stairmaster one day, and this stupid old man was waiting to use it, with his nose practically at my sphincter waiting for the machine.
I thought: Dude. I saw that you signed up for this machine. You can, indeed, remove your nose from my ass.
Unfortunately for him, I also had gas that night. And after that, we had an agreement: I would, like I would have anyway, call his name from the list when I was done, and he would never stand that close behind me again. This was, of course, a silent contract, but it seemed, a contract, nonetheless.
See, they can help you, too!
-H