I was almost on tv!

I know you've all anxiously been awaiting my story about meeting Aubrey from The Biggest Loser. I suppose it isn't as cool as I make it out to be, but I did get to have bright lights and cameras glaring in my face during a 5-mile run. So here's the story:

Just in case you didn't know, the husband and I lived in Idaho for 8 months prior to moving to Florida. (I just tell people we're from Utah because, really, I just can't refer to myself as an Idahoan. And if I told people we moved from Idaho they'd all think I was actually from Idaho, and that is not good, my friends. I am a Utahn, born and raised, and only made my departure from that state May of last year when I got a job offer...and now I'm rambling, and I'm not even on the subject of meeting Aubrey...yeesh!)

So, we lived in a fairly small town in Idaho called Gooding. Approximately 3,000 people and 1,000,000 cows lived there (no, I'm actually not kidding).

This was across the street from us. A dairy. Full of hundreds of cows. And this wasn't even the biggest dairy in Gooding. They brought flies.

Turns out, Aubrey from the Yellow Team also resides in Gooding.

The husband worked at the town gym as a personal trainer. And it was the only gym in town. (Yet, it was still 8 miles away from my house...again, beside the point...) So, this is also where I worked out on a daily basis.

One day, I'm thinking it was probably in September, maybe October, I can't remember exactly, I got home from work at around 5 p.m., and I get a call from my husband who was already at work by this time.

"Do you want to be on The Biggest Loser? They're here at the gym." Yeah, freakin' right! In Gooding? The biggest dumphole of a town in the entire western United States?! But he wasn't lieing. Not even close. It's funny, because when I got off the phone with him I still didn't believe him, and I even debated skipping my workout that night.

Eventually I ventured into town to do my workout. And he wasn't lieing. The entire camera crew was there. If any of you are Biggest Loser fans, you'll know that Aubrey was one of the people who got sent home after the first week to see if they could lose the weight at home on their own (yay for Mandi for getting Aubrey back to the ranch, eventually).

So, I walked into the gym and before I could do anything I had to sign a waiver that said something along the lines of "you give us permission to show your face if you happen to be in one of the shots". Whatever. So I signed it, and got on my treadmill and started running.

And within two minutes of my run the camera crew followed Aubrey to a bench that was right behind my treadmill. And I mean it was literally right behind my treadmill. This gym, although nice, was tight on space. The bench was approximately two feet behind my treadmill. "Awesome," I thought. "Now the entire world is going to see my ass jiggle in a running skirt as I run."

At this point, I wasn't well conditioned, so running without a walk break was unheard of. But the cameras were behind me, what else was I supposed to do? I was literally dieing, but I couldn't look like an amateur, so I kept right on running. Again, dieing...

The crew spent about 20 minutes filming Aubrey on the bench, and then they moved her to the treadmill right next to mine. This is what was going through my head:

"You've got to be kidding me! I really need a walk break right now! I'm going to pass out! But I can't pass out on camera! People would laugh. I HATE the Biggest Loser right now!"

So, now instead of having the cameras located behind my bum, they were right in front of my face. With bright shining lights and all. Those lights were a killer! I was sweating enough as it was without the extra help of those damn things. And those fuzzy microphone thingamajigs? I thought my head or arm or iPod wire was going to hit them at some point, they were that close.

It did end up being a great run. I ran 5 miles without stopping to walk. See what the pressure of humiliation can do for your endurance?!

Anyway, the camera crew eventually left, but Aubrey was still at the gym under the instruction of her trainer. We chit-chatted for a few minutes about the BL, how much weight she'd lost so far, how many hours a day she worked out, yada yada yada. I thought she was pretty stinkin' nice.

And that was it. Fortunately no footage of my jiggly ass made it on television, and neither did my face. In the end, I was kinda sad I didn't have a cameo. Bummer.

But if you've DVR'd the Biggest Loser this season go back and watch the portions where they filmed Aubrey at home. That was my gym. That was my treadmill. Think of me in the background, just plugging along, one foot in front of the other.

And, in keeping with my new Monday Music day, here's the latest in the best of my iPod running playlist:

And I still haven't passed this song on Medium on Guitar Hero...but it's great for running!