Although this references running, which is probably quite accurate to what I do look like when I do run. It's actually quite accurate in reference me taking a Dirty Dancing class at the gym tonight. And for some reason I felt like writing about it.
It was my first class, and I'm not going to lie I walked in there totally embarrassed and full of shame that I was entering that class willingly.
But let's be honest there's really not much to "dirty dancing." It primarily made up of intense hair flipping (whip-lash), booty shaking (beyonce wannabe-ing), and body rolls.
BUT! I gave it a go and I've come to a conclusion.
My body is getting old.
So I may have felt like the girl in the top picture, but I'm pretty sure through those gym windows the only show people were getting was one of me flapping my arms like I was doing the back stroke out of water.
Now excuse me as I go ice my knees and mend my dignity.
The way I've felt repulsed by the idea of sitting down and writing about my boring life.
Frankly, nothing amazing has happened.
Just the everyday stuff and things.
Also, I've been so busy that the last thing I want to do is come up with something witty and interesting for you to read.
I guess I shouldn't just make myself feel like I have to be witty or interesting, but I guess I just feel that way with my blog. Which is terrible, but I can't help but feel that way.
I'm not married, nor do I have a child, gleaming with silly attributes of married or family life.
I'm not engaged to be married, dreaming up and sharing my wedding ideas stolen from Pinterest (which someday I'll probably end up doing)
I'm not a single lady, putting my hands up and giving you intimate details on the awkwardness that comes with dating.
I'm just me. Lauren/Lo, with a boyfriend, with a normal job, living at my parents, doing normal things like hiking, eating my weight in chocolate chip cookies, and embarrassing my boyfriend. So sometimes it's going to get kind of boring.