stupid computer is so old

I wrote a great blog- yes award winning- but sadly no one will ever read it because right in the middle my STUPID OLD COMPUTER CRASHED AGAIN! I can't take this anymore.

Slugs

I've already been to the gym twice as much as I normally do in one week, which means I've gone twice. I'm contemplating going on Saturday too, which would make a whopping 3 times in one week. Unheard of. And all because I gave a friend a pass to the gym.

My trainer is still taking it way to easy on me; I think it scared her when she broke me. This next workout will be our 4th out of 7, so if she's still babying me I will have to tell her I need to at least break a sweat when I'm working with her. I think she's saving the rip roarin' workouts for the last two, so that she can say "Well, we're just getting going, don't you want to sign up for more and continue?" To which I say, I'm on to you Teach, I do the same thing every semester to my kiddies. I can't even begin to imagine how much these training sessions cost (since the 7 were a gift) but I can tell you that I will not be continuing with them. So I really hope she teaches me something valuable in the next session, or I'm going to ask for another coach for my last 3. Sound harsh? I'm on a tight leash lady. Can't waste my time at the gym being sluggy.

And speaking of, I can feel my body fighting like hell against something yucky and spring-brought-upon. I've tried sleeping it off this week, since it's probably one of the last I'll have to administer such cures before the crunch time sets in. But every evening I hear the Marge Simpson voice creeping out and the sluggish eyelids drooping over the text of my bedtime reading. With weather as nice as it's been lately I hope to spend more time outside enjoying it, and not being clouded in allergy-haven or worse. Of course it doesn't help that I continue to bleed- 7 weeks running now yeehaw- and fear that my fatigue is linked to the constant hemorrhaging. Or even that I might not be exaggerating and that I might Actually be hemorrhaging.

Doctor's appointment on Tuesday. If she tells me again that it's a false alarm I'm gonna set her desk on fire. Or dump blood on it Carrie style.

Penelope

Do you recall in Homer's Odyssey what the written description of both Helena and Penelope's pinnacle of beauty resided in? Not their porcelain faces, rarely mentioned for all the modern interpretations, nor their looping curls (clearly not written by me) or their psychic (fatties the both of 'em, I bet). Anyone? Anyone? Right, there "fair skin" and, this is my point of focus, their "slender white arms". Placing the obvious grecian albino-worship aside, their beauties continually came back to their slender, encircling arms. For all we know it was the exposure of skin- the thong hip of its era- but I think there is something to be said for slender, leanly muscular arms.

I was reminded of this today, when for the first time in a long time it was warm enough to wear a sleeveless tank without a sweater hiding what may be my only claim to classical beauty. Doing my boxing reps with free weights has actually paid off too, and I was called upon by a faint memory of a stray compliment I received once. A man in my life slow to *excitement* once told me, when he himself was reminiscing about the night we first kissed, that he could remember exactly which top I had worn, because it showed off my arms, and that he thought my arms "were always what had attracted me to you. So strong, but long. Slender." And I thought of Penelope, and Helen. And I thought, "Kiss my grit, Penelope"

Fixed

I walked without the cane today, a huge improvment from the gimp that I've been the last week. I think I got a callus on my thumb from whipping that baby around. I kept my date with my trainer, and tried not to make her feel guilt about pushing me last week to crippledom. She actually spent a lot of time "loosening" my back, and relaxing my knee, so I walked out feeling better than I had all week. But BUT she absolutely FORBADE me to go running. Here's the gist:

"You're going to need to rest it for a while, and see a chiropractor because it is your back that is destroying your knees."
"So, I shouldn't jog on Wednesday? Cause I was hoping that I would feel bet..."
"HaHAHAHAHAHAHA. You're kidding!"
"Um, no. I wasn't I just thought if it was feeling better I should tr...."
"No way. I would tell you not to run for 2 months!"
"----"
"What, are you training for something"

"So I won't go this Wednesday"

But at least it feels on the mend. I fear she's probably right about the back, but there's really little to nothing I can do, especially with my health insurance running out so soon. Come on Congress, pass that universal health care bill before I'm crippled! For the children, do it for the children!

Crippled

Call me Gimpy. I decided that walking around with a cane was preferable in the long run to limping all over the place, and keeping myself in a state if pain. With the cane the only pain is having to answer everyone's "Oh, no, what happened to you?" and since I work with children more often the "Why do you have a cane? Can I play with it?" which is of course what the adults are thinking, but don't say. I did not, needlesstosay go jogging today.

My personal trainer broke me

So today I met with my personal trainer for the first time. She is very nice; which is to say that she has the excat same personality I did when I was 17. Exactly. Frozen in time. Which wasn't a bad person, in fact, I think it was when I was still a really cute person. Dull- but cute. The only problem with her having the same personality I had when I was 17 is that she is 45. Which makes for some awkward moments when I say more mature (read: jaded) things as a joke, and she looks at me with these innocent shattering eyes. "Really" she asks, to my saying that of course the society of Star Trek the Next Generation is a wonderful idea, but implausible. "No, not really. Of course that could happen." I just can't bear to break her heart. It would be like finding my 4 year old self and saying that there is a Santa Clause, but he hates you.
On the exercise front, I had a really bad knee today because of the weather-- ok ok MAYBE I inflammed it a LITTLE bit by carrying 8 gallons of paint through 14 blocks in the rain-- but whatever the reason I showed up for our first time already a little soar and creaky. Our exercises did not seem to help, as I limped the whole way home. I hope I haven't done anything permanent and stupid. Or permanently stupid.

Rain rain go away

Well, after carrying 40 pounds of potting soil (and planting) and 6 gallons of paint around yesterday, I woke up this morning, shall we say, sore. That combined with the biblical amount of rain today did not inspire much exercise, but I figure I was due for a rest. Tomorrow I have my first session with my trainer. I'm a little nervous- being put on review always does that. We'll see. Here's hoping for clearer skies tomorrow anyway.