Ever since the last day of school in 7th grade my mom has made me do all kinds of crap for my physical conditions and all because she knew I would be couch potato. I thought this summer would be the time to relax and wipe out all the bad things that I've done in the school year and just keep it cool. But No!!! Every morning of my summer I wake up at 5:45 in the morning (by my mom/alarm) to go run in the cinta costera. She said minimum of 2 miles. The good thing of going at 5:45 in the morning is that its still a bit cold and chilly and the sun isn't out. Then the bad thing is what you would be thinking, waken up by mom in the morning! Summer! Jogging with mom! Not cool! But then at night around 7pm I run again each day, so that's night and day, same lame routine. Again and again and again. So after I finish running I walk back to my building and run up the stairs.(9 flights of stairs, not much) then I rest and a few minutes later she makes me do 80 or more push ups. It's not my fault I'm not good at math so I don't know if I do 100 or even more but I say who cares. She never tells me the WHY. I just obey. I have to say that I'm still doing this, the only difference now is that I do this at night.
When I come in the house my little sister and her friends tell me that these muscles of mine make me look fat and calling me other names. I stare at the puny little pale girls and just wish they were boys but just until they ran away and locked themselves up in a room. What harm could they make? Same routine every day, what would you expect from me, lame as always huh.
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