Slept like shit last night. I think I woke up about 10 times before 3 AM. Finally getting some dream action and I'm awake again at 5:35 because somebody is plowing out the landlords lot next door. Hello? Fuckers. Pseudo single mom over here in need of a little thing called ssllleeeep. He was out there for a half hour! In my angrier days I would have gone out there and made a scene. I've mellowed slightly. Never wake a sleeping Kat.
On the up side, the gym must be revealing it's good effects. I've been carded the last 2 trips to the beer store. Sweet.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Wind At My Backside
After much work up I have finally started working out. It's been about a month since I joined the gym; the same one I went to as a teen (I have been to others in between).Surprisingly there are still some same faces there. On my first day back I saw a friend from elementary school who's now a personal trainer. He's positively huge. Although not quite as large as in high school. He was on roids then. Good for him for quitting. He got so big so fast that he has stretch marks reaching from his forearm all the way up to his armpit and around to his pecs. And I thought having kids could do damage.
I'm quite enjoying my time. With the hubby gone, I don't get much time to myself. I'm working 4 nights a week but it hardly constitutes alone time. Adult maybe. MAYBE. Alone, no.
No great stories yet, but I have seen that it is possible to run sideways on an incline at full speed without falling off. And some people cannot feel the wind on their butt cracks. Either that or they like it. I know I'd rather not see it.
I'm quite enjoying my time. With the hubby gone, I don't get much time to myself. I'm working 4 nights a week but it hardly constitutes alone time. Adult maybe. MAYBE. Alone, no.
No great stories yet, but I have seen that it is possible to run sideways on an incline at full speed without falling off. And some people cannot feel the wind on their butt cracks. Either that or they like it. I know I'd rather not see it.
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