The Dudette does not abide.

WATCH THIS!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KskaUMuARR8

So for all of you that heard about the story of the shrimp on the treadmill (yes, I did just say a shrimp on a treadmill and no, not a fake one, a real shrimp and no I am not crazy). But there was a study in Oregon (of course) about what you should do when your sick - To workout, or not to workout. They said that when they did this study with SHRIMP in a tank with a treadmill (yeah who the f thought of that, I know) that the shrimp recovered quicker when they "worked out" if that is what shrimp call it.

So I am getting sick (well was last night, now I am full blown down with the plague), I thought to myself, the dudette must abide to the Shrimp. I don't want to get sick, I have a lot of shit to no between now and next weekend (your probably thinking then why the f are you blogging about shrimp on a treadmill, right, not my fault, take it up with the people @ dayquil) so I went to the gym.

On my was driving, I thought, well so working out is good while your sick/getting sick, but is being in a gym with oodles of people who have who knows what festering inside of them?? Where is the study on that shrimp lovers??? Back to the point, running on the treadmill was the biggest form of self-inflicted torture ever. Two minutes into the workout, my throat closed up and said f'u Polly, give me h20 biooooooch. And every stride was like picking up feet made of cement, so even with my earbuds in I could hear my sweet new shoes scuffing the rubber treadmill belt thing that spins (again, dayquil fog - don't know the name of that) making a sound like I was kicking sand. So not only was I suffering but so was everyone else that didn't have music pumpin.

Bottom line, do not abide to the shrimp, go home, curl up and watch Elf. You will be much happier. You cottonheadedninnymuggins.