Normally, I hit the Y at 5am with my neighbor, Erin for a healthy workout of walking, rowing, biking and gabbing.  Talking DOES burn calories.  We are getting so svelt.  Not.  But since I close the store today, I got to sleep in and went to workout around 9:30. The place was PACKED!  New Years Resolutions are in full swing, people!

Anyway, I'm about an hour into my routine and I ran into a friend of mine, Bill.  I was on the stationary bike doing my thing as Flo Rida played in my ears, when I felt it socially necessary to remove them.  I looked like death.  No makeup, hair in a bushy pony tail, barely brushed teeth.  Ladies, you know the drill.  These are the times that you don't want to run into anyone.  So, Bill and I gab and catch up on life for a few minutes when he says..."Did you know that Damien is here"  I gasp - "Miller?  SHUT UP!"  Bill looks over the Eliptical Machines of death to see if he can see him.  "Oh, he must of left".  Darn, I think and the convo is over.  I make my move over to the Arm Fat Pull Down machine.  Yes, that is the technical name.  Bill comes over to tell me that Damien was still here and asked if I wanted to meet him.  Ummm, "YEAH", I declared.  I make a loud noise getting out of the machine and Bill escorts me to Damien.  Gees, maybe this isn't a good idea I began thinking.....I start pinching my cheeks to make some resemblance of a rosy glow.  Where oh where is my lipstick?  I'm sweating.  I'm panting.  And NOW I'm going to meet Damien Miller.  We are now in front of the the baseball man himself.  "Damien, I'd like you to meet my friend, Kris."  Damien, smiles and I melt.  "Great to meet you" is all I could muster over the pitter patter of my heart.  Bill continues, "She's your one fan". "Oh, YOUR the one!"  my boyfriend, er... I mean Damien says.  Remembering that I must have been a terrible sight in my Wal-Mart sweats, I said, "Well, I don't want to interupt your workout, but it was great meeting you."  Sigh....what a great way to start the day.  I called the Hubs and told him my dramatic tale to which he replies..."yeah, I knew he worked out there". 

The air came out of my head and I hit the shower.