james is going to kill me for posting this picture. i dragged him to a "lifting class" filled with old ladies. i assured him there would be no dancing. i only lied a little. you see, they intersperse 3-minute supersets with barbells and dumbells with 3-minute "energy moves"....sometimes the energy moves approach dance-y, but its not too bad and you always have weights. anyway, i spent most of the class nearly peeing my pants watching james (you did great, babe!)...and most of the next two days with residual laughing over how sore he was...the old ladies put the HURT on him! the class is no joke and it is very effective. seriously. he just told me "i am more sore than i am after a race..." unfortunately i think this means he will not go with me again.
other than that little piece of amusement, this was my last week of working out by "feel" and whenever i felt like it. next week starts MARATHON TRAINING....and STRUCTURE....and i'm ready! this deserves its own post so that'll be next. my hippie dippie training is also over becuase itsback to work! i love my job as a school psychologist and the school i'm working at is really great. i just don't understand how i am supposed to train in the morning when i have to BE at work at 7:30 and its 35 minutes away...masters swimming doesn't even end until 7:15 and my desire to bike commute is in direct conflict with my desire to not sit in a pool of my own sweat for 8 hours since there is no shower or locker room. well, i'll "make it work" as Tim Gunn from Project Runway (best show ever) would say.
Speaking of Project Runway....did anyone else notice that my boyfriend might have been separated from precocious designer and tanning addict, Blayne Walsh from the show?...AND they have the same last name...i sit just me? maybe they don't look alike, they just both wear neon tanktops and have prettier hair than me. whatever.
see!: blyane blayne james blayne.....