Since I was a huge slug yesterday, I owed it to my brain
and blog to write twice today (January’s goal was writing 6 times a week;
Sunday, day of rest). Actually, I wasn’t completely doing nothing; it was just
one of those days where I was obligated to sit around for 8 hours without
anything but my iPad and phone for company. So…. I read, a lot, instead of
writing. I’m okay with that. I love to read and the material was rather
interesting………
I belong to a small, neighborhood gym; used to get a
paycheck there but that was a looong time ago. What I like about this
place is it’s fun. We're constantly trying new and different ways to exercise. Everyone knows each other, people are working out at all
different levels, anyone can stick their iPod in the stereo for the listening
pleasure of all and, the best part, no one is paying one lick of attention to what anyone else is doing. The place
kind of smells, probably because of Big Dave or maybe me, I don’t know.
Everyone’s pretty sweaty so it's hard to point fingers.
I’ve
mentioned before, a huge highlight of my week is Thursday mornings when I get after it with Big Dave. Dave is tall, dark, good looking, funny, 9 years younger than me
and just as annoying as a little brother. He also swears a lot which is
funny and I sort of like it; I’m strange! He knows my music and puts together
great play lists just for us.
*Dave, you will never see this but if you ever do, there’s
no need for any of this to go to your head because, remember, you annoy me!*
On a typical Thursday morning, I get to hit Dave, HARD, for
an entire 40 minutes and I just love it but today, that didn’t go down. Talk about being disappointed...B.D.
gave me the excuse that his back hurt and he couldn’t box. Poor baby. However,
I figured out pretty quickly that his intention all along was to kick my ass
around like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
My fault… I let him do whatever he wants and he can be
pretty demanding. Often, I’m the passive one in this relationship and he
enjoys these little moments when he gets to push me around. It’s all in the name of
physical exertion and a pounding heartbeat, isn't it? He says this is his 40 minutes.
This is what we did and it was a total B$@ch.
(I still don’t know how to upload a YouTube video to the
blog so just click on the link)
Thank God we're always alone in the exercise studio so we can blare my
playlist and swear…A LOT because I just have to do it. I’m proud of myself; I only used the F-bomb four
times but once I yelled it pretty loud. Big Dave… probably 20 times but he's in charge…
”Give it
everything you F’n got”, “Leave everything on the F’in floor”, “Beat that F’in rope”, “Cheers
to the F’in weekend”, I can’t even remember the rest of his Dave-isms because there are too many and I
was far too exhausted to care anymore.
Today was an open the windows and prop the doors
morning, for sure! I left flushed, hungry and pumped to start my day.
