I'm Training to Become a Cage Fighter

Hello, blog readers! Well, I went to the gym after work today. I was late for Tread & Shed but I caught the last half. I didn't get a treadmill near Maggie because the class was full. There was a very jolly large fellow to my right. He didn't hit me up with too much annoying small talk. But he did try to chit chat a bit. I ran more & longer than I have been able to before. About 10 minutes into it, I thought I started to smell myself. I was like, what the french toast?! I JUST reapplied deo when I changed at the gym! But upon leaning ever so slightly to my right, I realized the scent was not, in fact, emanating from me. Whew. Jolly Large Fellow was gettin' his sweat on..

After Tread & Shed, Maggie and I did Group Power. (AN HOUR OF WEIGHTS!) Shannon taught both classes. She's my fave instructor. I've done Group Power before at this gym and also at Gold's Gym in Georgia. I just remembered not really being a fan of it. It's haaard. ::whine, whine:: I think it was a good class though. It was borderline too hard, but I did it.

Ugh, I have such terrible balance though! Does that get better with practice? I think it's due to my extremely short legs. I am like almost three inches taller than Maggie, but if we sit on the floor and stretch our legs out, they're the exact same length! I'm a freak of nature. Shannon asked me if I was going to take the class every Tuesday & Thursday after after Tread & Shed. Umm.. Maybe.

Oh, side note - The room is surrounded by panels of mirrors. If you stand right in the middle where two panels come together, it does this weird mirror trick thing and makes you look really skinny. I do that every time I go to the gym. :) Also, while we were laying on our backs doing ungodly things with weights, I caught my reflection and noticed my tummy looked flatter. :)

Oh and not only was Grotesque Sweaty Man in the class.. But also a new species. I don't know any other way to describe him but a balding, middle aged version of Kip from Napoleon Dynamite.. He was a Ginger who probably weighed 98 lbs. soaking wet with noodle arms and chicken legs.. A direct quote from Maggie: "I don't know where his pasty white leg ends and his tube sock begins." It was that bad. He had these huge tube socks pulled up to his knees. I think I've seen him on the treadmill before with a weight vest on? I don't understand. He's so pitiful, bless his heart. If anyone needs to be pumping iron, it's him.

Well, I'm hoping for a good weigh in this Friday!! I will keep you updated! :)