It finally happened.
After months and months, I finally beat that bitch.
I beat Billie Jean into the gym this morning.
It doesn't sound like much, but it's an accomplishment.
Billie Jean is always first in the gym. Monday to Friday, she's the first name on the sign in sheet. Doesn't matter if they open at 5:15 or 5:30am , she's first through the door. It's been a goal of mine to beat her. (Sad, isn't it?)
Today was my day.
Usually her car is parked right by the front, next to the handicapped spot. It's a sweet spot, but tricky to get into as you have to cut a sharp corner as you come into the parking lot.
I was right behind her as she pulled in today.
While she was wrangling her Honda into her favorite spot, I parked and calmly walked (fast, but definitely not a run) into the gym and signed in. Victory!
She didn't say anything, (Probably because she doesn't know of my obsession with beating her to the sign in sheet)but I could tell she was hurting inside.
At least I think it was that - she was doing lunges, so maybe the pained expression was from those.
But in my mind, she knows.
Oh yes, she knows.