Checking on My Fitness and Black Olympian Excellence at the White House
Did y’all see all the black excellence happening at the White House last week? The Rio 2016 Olympic games are over, but our Team USA made a stop in Washington D.C. to meet the man himself, President Barack Obama. They were being honored for the dope job they did in the Rio Olympics.
Bae in my head, Allyson Felix, who walked away with 3 medals, including 2 Golds (baton drop withstanding) was also there to meet POTUS. The U.S. track team showed up and showed out in Rio, so props to that.
And today, I’m at the White House myself for South by South Lawn (#SXSL), the festival that President Obama is putting on to highlight dope art, culture, and dope music. I’m hoping I get to meet him!
So, my people! Speaking of Allyson Felix, 6 weeks ago, I dropped in on you to talk about my fitness journey and whatnot. I was feeling hella inspired by Allyson and her quickness, which propelled her to the Rio Olympics. I was ready to get back in shape and start getting my exercise game together. Allyson is an ambassador for Bounty and you know me and Bounty go together tough, so it was a perfect match. Legit, those paper towels are part of my life every damb day (Those Select-A-Size are the realness). When I started going to the gym, they really came through in the clutch!
See how I use it:
Wells, giving you an update as promised. Because of my book tour and the way my life’s been set up in the last month, I have fallen off the fitness bandwagon. I rolled off that bandwagon so hard and laid there on the ground shaking my head at myself.
I haven’t been to the gym in weeks. In fact, if I was to text my personal trainer right now, she might reply with “new number, who dis?”
Last week, I got home after two weeks of touring and conferences (NYC, Montreal, Boca Raton, DC, Baltimore) and my Bounty game was still trump tight as I ran for flights and ate on the go. It just didn’t see me in anybody’s gym.
I need to jump (or slowly walk) back into it, and I’ll see what I can make happen once my touring slows down. Or maybe I just need to take my jump rope with me.
Anywho, if you need me, I’ll be over here crying into some Bounty (cuz you know, it locks in the moisture and all) about the Obamas leaving us in 3 months. I AM NOT READY, FATHA GAWD.
Maybe I need to buy more cute workout clothes so I’ll be prompted to show up at the gym. I gotta work out, by any means necessary!
Disclosure: This post has been sponsored by P&G and Bounty, sponsors of the Rio 2016 Olympic Games. But as always, all opinions, thoughts and shenanigans are my own. I keep it 100 with y’all.