Some new people at the gym who NEED nicknames!! Hulk Hogan - about 50ish, about half the size of Hulk Hogan (still a sizable guy), walks around in a mostly torn yellow t with ankle weights strapped on. Also strapped on is the seat belt to every machine he works. After he straps himself in, he battles all the weights on every machine as they lift him up in the chair...when do you think it will hit him that if he lowered the weight, he'd stay put in the chair? He's also shaved everywhere the eye can see...legs, arms, chest, you get the picture...so he's very shiney!
New trainer, since The Mick is on a cruise. We'll call him The Kid. He looks to be about 12, but I'm sure he's more like 25. He hurts me, BUT I guess no pain, no gain! I was with The Kid during a workout this week, and Creepy Monotone Guy (that needs to eat a hamburger) was at the next machine over. He says, "Don't let this be an excuse not to come to spin class on Friday." YIKES!!! HE RECOGNIZES ME!!
Other new trainer...Killer! I still can't walk with ease! She says, "What are we doing today?" I say, "How about legs." She says, "GREAT! Legs are fun!" What happened next is too traumatic to discuss...
Was able to run 10 minutes on the treadmill, in 5 minute intervals (not after Killer's workout, though!). I think the bronchitis is finally gone. Lungs aren't burning anymore during aerobic workouts, and I'm not coughing anymore afterward, PRAISE THE LORD!!! Spin class is getting a bit easier. Still kicks my butt though.
Lost the focus for eating well about Wednesday. Just comes and goes I guess. Just couldn't take anymore salad. Gonna go back to the drawing board and figure out something different.
Puttin' right along!
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