Gettin Physical

There has been no posting because journal competition is ON, MAN! YEAH! FEEL THE BURN!

Meh. It’s just another way for me to come to terms with the fact that I’m not very, uh… “motivated.” Or…whazzatword… “smart.” What I'm trying to say is that I don’t like to “do things” that involve “not watching tv.”

But anyway, since the semester is over, I decided it’s time to do something about my muffin top. You know, the bit of cub that spills over the top of your pants? Well, it seems that I’ve been in the law school oven long enough and have spilled out over my muffin tin. Ding!

So, as luck would have it, one of T.F.’s clients took a “vacation” for two weeks and by “vacation” I mean “recuperating from plastic surgery.” So I volunteered to come in during her normal time and get in some free personal training.

Thanks to finals and being ill and being, whazzaword.. lazy, I hadn’t been into the gym in a while. And when I was there, I’d mosey along the treadmill while watching E! So Monday, I woke up bright and early and got dressed. I’m having some foot issues so I figure I break out my trusty old Mizzunos instead of the flimsy Nike Frees I’ve been wearing. I wade through the overspill of my closet and pull out my shoes. I can’t get them on and eventually realize I have pulled out two left shoes. So I go back into the deep and pull out another shoe and get kitted up.

It is not until I get to the gym that I realize I am wearing two different shoes. Yes. That’s right, I was holding THREE shoes and STILL could not manage to create a matching pair. TWICE.

Sigh.

Anyhow, the workout went well except for the fact that my legs are so sore, I can’t bend over. Trying to fill the dog’s water bowl, I gave the whole hallway a shower. Of course, then I couldn’t bend over to clean it up.

Tomorrow is session number two. If you don’t hear from me in a while, it’s because my fingers are too sore to push the keys.