Training Day

Yesterday afternoon Sandi and I went to our workout at John's. We've been going about 20 minutes before John gets there, because he wants us to do 20 minutes of cardio before we start with his weight training. I'll tell you what, that guy is tough and smart! When I first started going, my left shoulder was really messed up. It hurt all the time. I don't know what I ever did to cause the pain, but it hurt like crazy. Even holding Paige was painful (I never let that bother me during Paige time tho'). All during our workout, John kept asking me how the shoulder was. I honestly can't believe how much better it feels. It doesn't hurt at all during the day or night while sleeping on it now. It does pull a little bit when I first get started working out, but it goes away after the first couple of reps. That makes me quite happy. But talking about my shoulder isn't the reason for this post. I got off track.

There is a trainer at the gym I'll call T.R. He's a really nice guy, but he is not what I'd call the poster boy for what a personal trainer should look like. He's rather portly in the belly, and when he trains his clients, he kind of leans on the equipment while talking to them the whole time. John on the other hand, doesn't let you get away with anything less than perfect positioning and keeps you moving, so that you don't have the energy to talk much. But here I go, off track again..............Back to T.R. While Sandi and I were on the bikes doing our cardio, T.R. comes in and says that we had to stay out of the aerobic room because there were a group of young men practicing their routine for the gay stripping performance they were going to do later that evening at a local bar. Stripping routine??????? We teased that we'd be right down. Well, then John comes in and we get started on out workout and I kind of forgot all about what was going on in the aerobic room. Halfway through our workout, we notice a couple of really nice looking guys come into the room and start to work out. Now, I'm not one to not notice a cute guy. Even when I'm old enough to be their mother. We assumed they were the afformentioned gay strippers. So we finish our workout and John tells us he wants 5 minutes on the bike for a cool down. While we're doing that, T.R. walks back in and we start talking a little bit. So I ask him if those young guys were the strippers he mentioned earlier. He starts laughing and says Yeah! (I think he was crushing on them big time) I said, well they are really cute, but those guys are young enough to be my daughters! I have no idea why I said that. I didn't mean to say daughters I really meant to say sons! Really I did. No, really!!!
I wonder if that was a Fruedian slip? Whatever it was, T.R. got a real kick out of it! I think he actually giggled!

.......................update..............................

Holy #%@! Did I just ever screw up my eyebrows! I was waxing and a big glob fell on my brow where I wanted to KEEP my hair. I thought to myself "well, don't freak out, just put some vaseline on it and work it into the wax and it should just take the wax right off. Which, btw usually works perfectly. But this happened to be a BIG honkin' drop of wax. Needless to say, I now have a hairless crater right at the thickest part of my brow. Oh, well.........I'll take the glass is half full attitude and be thankful I have eyebrows at all!!...................someone pass the eyebrow pencil.............................