Dead Legs

My legs are dead.  Seriously.  Funeral imminent. 

I

Cannot

Walk

My trainer is hot, but evil.  Very, very evil.
I had workout homework today, too.  50 minutes of cardio.
Tomorrow, I'm supposed to repeat the routine he had me do on Tuesday.  Might be difficult to maintain proper form while on crutches.

But, during my first real training session, I learned that I'm a bit of a whiner.  (Actually, this is not news to me.)  I got to do 2 different clusters of exercises and it turns out my legs must not have much muscle in them.  3 sets of 12 squats, 12 step-things (technical gym term), and lunges.  Then some variations of those in the other set, but that didn't really seem like that much leg work.  Today, my legs beg to differ. 

I think I must be exorcising my inner wimp.  And my inner wimp resides in my thighs and isn't going without a fight.

Pain & Agony

So I am going to meet with a personal trainer today. For an entire hour. I regularly walk on the treadmill for a whole 30 minutes before I die from boredom. So I'm a little worried about this hour long trek through the depths of hell. The good news is that my trainer is buff. He's young, hot, and muscle-y. This should spur me on. Unless I pass out from my wimpiness. But if I did pass out, I guess he would have to resuscitate me.
Ok, passing out doesn't sound so bad.
But, honestly, I am a little concerned about my stamina. I had to do a minute long push up test for him. Didn't sound to challenging until I hit the 30 second mark. Then it got really embarrassing. Also, my arms hurt for the next 3 days. Seriously.
I may have to be wheeled into work tomorrow. I'm a little worried. Thank god for sit down jobs.

Shitty Day

Today sucked. Weather sucked. People sucked. My attitude sucked. Everything sucked.
Tried to take an afternoon nap. Couldn't sleep. That sucked.
Then I found this Flickr : http://www.flickr.com/photos/pedestriantype
These apply to my mood today.

Retail Therapy

The only way to cope with a long week & rough weekend is to indulge in some retail therapy. Good news -- someone's going to be 12 in one week & all her presents are purchased! I predict that 12 is going to be a good year for her.

Near Death Experience

This morning I encountered a giant centipede in my bedroom.  It casually strolled across the floor like it owned the joint, while I was laying in bed texting.  I'm fairly certain it turned around, looked at me, gave me the finger with at least 3 of its hundred arms, and continued across the room.  I screamed and grabbed the nearest shoe.  Using some of my unfailing ninja skills, I leapt across the room, picked up a discarded top, and smashed the boa constrictor-sized centipede.  It lay there twitching and I'm pretty sure I heard it cussing me.  So, I smashed it again. 
Sunday's off to a great start!

Saturday

I just spent the first 2 hours of the day watching Seinfeld bloopers on YouTube. The day's off to a great start!