5 The Not Cute Gym Girl

The past two weeks I have had exceptional work outs. Maybe it's because I finally exchanged my busted iPod for a new one or maybe it's because I have about 8,000,000 more kJ's of kinetic energy when I'm not chasing around monkeys/sometimes kids all day errrday.

I am not the girl that dolls up before the gym. And in my humble opinion, if you don't look like a hot mess after your work out, then you did not get the job done. But sometimes after I leave the gym, I become slightly terrified by the current state of my hair.

Mostly I'm confused because I know for certain I'm not the only one running my butt off on the treadmill but I also know I am the only one with a side rat tail which is like a 12 on the creeper scale.

But if bad gym hair is my curse, I'll take it. At least I'm not cursed with being a white girl who's unable to memorize the rap part in every pop song. I know a few people that have that.
As long as the future Mr. Danielle is a certified hottie and I become famous, I'm good. In the end, all things will even out.